Promo - Friends. Friends...?

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"What am I doing here?" The subdued voice of Austin Sly breaks the silence from somewhere off camera. However, we viewers are looking through a door into what appears to be a dimly lit SWF dressing room. A black leather lounge sits unoccupied and at the end of it stands a small round table with a lamp and a cellular phone placed on top of it.

 

"I didn't think it was going to take this long." Austin speaks again, exhaling heavily at the end of his words. He sulks his way across the room, walking from one side of the camera to the other side and back out of view again. The palms of his hands are against his face, "I'm a winner. I came into this federation as a winner. I've been presented with opportunity after opportunity to be a winner... but why am I still not a champion?"

 

Austin walks in front of the camera again, but this time takes a seat on the lounge. He sits back and tries to relax, but it’s obvious he is still fairly uncomfortable. "I've been handed match after match with a number one contendership on the line... USJL... Cruiserweight... Tag Team... and I've failed to capitalize on all of them except for one," Austin pauses to sigh, "But then I somehow blew that match too. I shouldn't have lost to Johnny Dangerous."

 

Austin adjusts himself deeper into the lounge, leaning back on the armrest and propping his feet up on the other end. "How did I blow my chance at Cruiserweight gold? I shouldn't have lost that match... Alan Clark and Johnny Dangerous? Two tag team lackeys... how did I lose? Three years ago, I would have beat them both without the use of my right arm..."

 

Austin stops and looks around the room with a vacant, longing look on his face. "Now what am I? I'm a simple shell of my former self... maybe it was a mistake thrusting myself back into this business. It’s quite a curious thing, this life of mine. I've brought myself back to my own past... a past I had escaped... to renew a hatred I had escaped from."

 

Austin turns and looks at his cell phone, "Maybe... maybe a little more nostalgia will solve this problem. I know just who to call..." He turns and picks up the phone before slowly dialling a number. It rings a few times before anyone picks up.

 

"Hello?"

 

A familiar voice is on the other end, but it sounds uncertain and aged by time.

 

"Hey man, what’s up? I don't have long, but I wanted to call you real quick. How you doing man?" Austin replies with joy in his voice.

 

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

 

"Austin. Austin Sly. Don't tell me you don't remember me!?"

 

"Oh God! Austin!? How are you man? It's been ages!"

 

"Yeah it has... and I've been better. I'm kind of stuck in a career rut. I'm back in the wrestling business and I just can't seem to get off the ground here. You know?" All the fun has been drained from Austin's voice again.

 

"Wrestling again? Sexy."

 

"I guess you could say that."

 

"Having trouble getting off the ground, you say?"

 

"Yeah... I just can't seem to get out of the lower card. So... well... I want help. I've asked for some time off for my birthday here in a week and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me stopping by your place. Get a little reacquainted... see what we can do about my career."

 

"That'd be fine with me. Stop by anytime."

 

"Thanks man. Hey, well I hate to cut this short, but I have a plane out of here that I have to catch, so I'm going to have to let you go."

 

"No problem. I'll talk to you later."

 

"See ya later NTD."

 

Click.

 

"Well... I'd better get out of here. I've got a big week ahead of me... things are looking up for me." Austin's lips form into a thin sadistic smile before he stands up and walks off camera again. In the background there is a slight thud as the door closes behind Austin before the scene fades to black.

 

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