The Garbage Man Commeth

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

PROMO: (SORRY FORGOT TO MARK THAT IN THE TITLE LINE, MY BAD)

 

 

 

TNT and Frost sit in a dank, bare locker room on either side of a round, wooden table. Both men are mildly sweaty and in their wrestling gear. TNT scoops a fist full of green M&M’s out of a bowl on the table.

 

“I didn’t realize all the perks of being the tag team champions, like headlining house shows in Paducah, Kentucky against Cutthroat and the Memphis Eel.” TNT grumbles.

 

Frost gives a slight chuckle as he flips through “Thus Spake Zarathustra” for the millionth time. “At least people don’t look at you funny when you request a bowl of nothing but green M&M’s now.”

 

“I basically do that to annoy Jack Houston. A road agent’s work is never done.”

 

The door of the locker room flies open and smacks the back wall with the grip of an iron hand tearing at the weak wood. Standing in the doorway is a breathing hard Danny Williams with Xero right over his right shoulder. Neither man looks very happy.

 

“You finally got time to talk to us, your majesties? You’ve been ducking us since the Apocalypse match was signed.” Williams snarls.

 

Frost looks up from his book without registering any emotion on his face. TNT swallows his mouthful of M&M’s and looks a bit more perplexed.

 

“Well, we had to get Frost’s El Dorado a tune up and the second season of the Simpsons just came out on DVD and we’re trying to score Rush tickets and…”

 

Williams leans down and shoves a finger in Thompsons’s face.

 

“I don’t want any of your double talk, boy. I’ve whipped both of your asses straight up and you think requesting this stupid garbage match is going to protect those precious little titles of yours?”

 

Frost closes his book, lays it on the table and stands up. “First of all, this was not our idea, but if you were the competitor you claim to be, you would stop your bitching and live with it. Great men always overcome great odds. What I’m hearing from you is that you’re not a great man.”

 

Williams straightens to his full height and assumes an intimidating stance. “The Iceberg speaks. I say I looked pretty great when I beat you in a cage match before we both left the SJL. Because of me, SJL World Champion will never be on your resume.”

 

“And a healthy ankle will never be on yours.” Frost retorts. “Have you forgotten the wagon wheel I ran over you in our hardcore match? Or how about the other time I beat you in the four way World Title contendership match and nearly smashed the cast off your foot?”

 

“Little good that did you. You turned right around and the handed the World Title to your whore.”

 

Frost’s eyes widen and go blank as his mind is awash in pure rage. TNT literally leaps over the table and puts a shoulder up in Frost’s chest to hold him back.

 

“I hear you don’t have a problem in calling Ash’s girlfriend a whore, so why should you bitch about me calling your whore a whore?” Williams spits on the floor for emphasis.

 

TNT throws his back into Frost and pushes against him like he was trying to hold back a dam from bursting.

 

“You see that sign that says ‘Making fun of Frost’s girlfriend, next right?’ Why don’t you just go past that and hit the next exit ramp. There’s a really nice Wendy’s there, you’ll enjoy it.” TNT attempts to make jokes to defuse the situation, but the powder keg is beyond lit.

 

“I buried all my hatchets with you guys when we all joined the Magnificent 7,” Williams continues. “But I had to go outside of our group to find a tag team partner. I had to go outside the Mag to find someone more committed to winning than just looking good or scoring t.v. time.”

 

Xero smiles coldly behind Williams and finally speaks. “You’re not going to show your own stable mate some respect by giving us a real match, we’re not going to show you any respect.”

 

Xero steps around Danny with a large, silver trashcan in his hands. He upends it over the table, dumping filthy garbage over the bowl of M&M’s and Frost’s book. It spills over to the floor and clutters around the feet of the tag champs.

 

Frost blows by TNT and flips over the table onto their adversaries, who stumble back into the hall to avoid it. Frost slides through the garbage and crouches down to deliver an elbow to Williams’ gut. Xero swings the garbage can over his head and smashes Frost in the top of his skull with it. Frost spins around to face Xero with fire in his eyes. The can is nearly dented in two from the blow, but Frost scarcely felt it. Suddenly, a meaty forearm rockets up between Frost’s legs. The Icelander’s eyes cross from the groin shot and he sinks to his knees.

 

“WATCH ME EXPLODE!!!!!” is TNT’s war cry as he darts through the doorway with a flying forearm aimed at Xero’s face.

 

Xero takes a step back and tosses up the trashcan as a shield. Thompson clangs into it and Xero brings the receptacle back around to crash down into TNT’s head. He falls down to his rear as Williams stands back up. He and Xero look down on the fallen team of CCBB with a sneer of disdain.

 

“Don’t take us lightly boys, or Apocalypse will be your end.” Deathwish fires down another spit in the champs’ direction.

 

“We’re going to toss you in that bomb shelter, then we’re going to blow it up.” Xero rubs his hands together with sadistic glee and the two men walk out to leave Frost and TNT to recover on the cold, concrete floor.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Very, very nice. Extra excitement for the tag match, and it makes me wonder--which team will be the faces and which'll be the heels here? Everyone involved's a heel, but Danny and Xero are fighting more on a respect card than a "we're evil" card...but they are the more vicious team, so this should be really interesting.

 

Big time thumbs up.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

1.) Memphis Eel and Cutthroat will dominate.

 

2.) The Simpsons DVD set rules, but it.

 

3.) Sydney Sky is not a whore Danny, that's just mean.

 

Other than that, great promo. Really brings some extra heat to a midcard match.

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

I'm commenting yo!

 

This was rather cute, a good way to add heat to a match that originally was simply one team getting a shot at the champs. Great promo, and it does it's job nicely.

 

-Annie