Promo: Room Service

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

A bolt of light streaks through the partially opened hotel window curtains to dance across Ash Ketchum’s eyes. His lids flutter open and his ears are greeted to the sounds of a spraying shower in the adjacent bathroom. He rolls over and affectionately rubs his arm over the empty space of mattress where his beloved Misty was laying beside him. He knows that her days on the road with him are quickly coming to an end as the due date of her pregnancy approaches. Ash smiles whimsically and wonders how he ever got to this sweet point in his life. He hears a knock at the door.

 

“Who is it?” Ash calls out.

 

“Room service” is the muffled reply.

 

Ash slides out of bed and into a pair of shorts. “Honey, did you order breakfast? It’s here.” He calls to Misty, but she can’t hear him over the roar of the hot shower.

 

Ash opens the door and is abruptly met with a metal cart to the stomach.

 

“OOOPH!”

 

Ash doubles over the cart and rides it back into the middle of the room. He straightens up with a hand to his pummeled midsection, but that pain is promptly forgotten when he sees the man dressed in a waiter’s uniform in front of him.

 

“FROST!” Ash screams as he backs up into a defensive posture.

 

Frost raises a hand for Ash to settle down as a sadistic grin graces his lips. “Calm yourself. I’m just here to congratulate you on your grand coup for Storm. Handcuffs? A little kinky for my tastes, but not for your whore, I bet.”

 

Frost turns his head to peer through the partially opened bathroom door.

 

“Ash, honey, is there something wrong?” Misty calls out over the hissing steam and pouring water.

 

“No, Misty, everything’s fine.” Ash falsely tells her, so as not to scare her.

 

Frost points a thumb toward the bathroom. “When she drops that mutant, I’d get a DNA test if I were you. Who knows where that whore has been without you knowing?”

 

“If you’re just going to stand there and insult my girlfriend, I’ll have to ask you to leave. Hell, I think I’ll ask you to leave anyway.” Ash grits his teeth and shoots Frost a fiery glance as his anger rises.

 

“That’s good.” Frost applauds him. “You will need that hate for Friday. You will need that latent evil inside you for Storm. Leave your toys and your whore behind you. You want to be a man, boy? You want to be a ‘rastler?’ I’ll turn you into something your whore can be proud of if you let me.” Frost chuckles gutturally.

 

Ash’s nostrils flare as he picks a lamp up off of the nearby dresser. “Leave now or I’ll make you leave!”

 

Frost puts is hands up again, displaying he does not want a fight and edges a few steps back toward the door. “You think you have some advantage over me in this handcuff match on Storm. I just want you to know you don’t. I own you, heart and soul. Let me get you ready for Friday and what you will be eating after the match.”

 

Frost puts his hand on the golden lid sitting on the cart and lifts it to revel a dead crow arranged on a plate with its mangled guts half hanging out of its stomach.

 

“Bon appetite. Give my love to your whore.” Frost drops the lid with a clang and backs completely out of the door and spirits down the hallway while Ash does his best to keep from throwing up.

[Guest chirs3]

EW!

 

Ew ew ew ew EEEWWW!

 

Good promo, by the way.

 

EWWWWWWW!

[Guest redbaron51]

Frost is evilll....

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Uh oh.

 

I think Ash may just be in for a little bit of trouble. Hope those handcuffs hold up. Muhahahaha......

 

Magnificent Seven ownz jo00o0o0oo0!!!1!!!11

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

...Frost...how many times have you watched "Whatever Happened To Baby Jane" exactly? That's just...bad, man...just bad.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Hi, my name is Frost, and I call people whores.

 

Nice work. Intrigue for what would normally be straight-forward and limiting...huzzah.