Promo: A Humble Request

[Guest chirs3]

Chris Raynor knocks lightly on a solid oak door, bearing the nameplate "Stubby P. McWeed". A coughing fit is heard on the other side, then silence again... Raynor knocks again, and this time gets a muffled "What?" followed by another cough. He opens the door and strides over to the desk. McWeed is sifting through some papers, and an awkward moment goes by...

 

"Well?" McWeed asks, without looking up.

 

"... I was just in the neighborhood, figured I'd stop in and say hi..."

 

"Uh...huh..." Stubby eyes him suspiciously, then turns back to his papers-

 

"And to ask what the hell I'm doing being booked against the likes of TNT."

 

Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away, Stubby thinks to himself. He keeps his eyes trained on the paper and continues shuffling for at least a minute, then looks back up.

 

Dammit.

 

Raynor's still looking down at him from across the desk, arms folded... Stubby sighs and gets up from his desk, heading towards a filing cabinet in the corner.

 

"You're booked against TNT," Stubby says, "because you decided to take some unannounced vacation time when you had a match with him. So it's time you made it up."

 

"Aha," says Raynor, as he slowly walks around the desk. "I've already made it up with Mercury, I've got TNT next... so I should just wait for the Storm card to see my position on the card improve, right?"

 

"Uh..." Stubby can't bring himself to ask "What?" after that. Just "Uh..."

 

"Or maybe you want to hold it off until Genesis," Raynor continues, "my title match, I mean. That would be rather appropriate..."

 

"... you earned a title match?"

 

"Stubby-"

 

"No, seriously, did I just miss one of my own shows or something? You earned a title match? I find that hard to believe, considering week in and out you've done pretty much dick in the way of getting one."

 

"Well you're not giving me much to work with!" Raynor shouts back. "I finally break free of Edwin's shackles, I'm ready to take MY spot on top, and you're booking me against the best and brightest of the midcard!"

 

"Yes, I am." Stubby replies. "And I think it's a pretty good place for you. I could easily have you curtain-jerking Countdown at Genesis. Besides, I thought you wanted Edwin-"

 

"If Edwin's smart, he'll call it even and leave me alone, considering what happened last Storm. I've got my eyes on Magnifico."

 

"Uh... huh..."

 

"Since when are you such a fan of MacPhisto anyway?"

 

Stubby finishes rooting the file cabinet, coming out with a thick docket of papers, then he heads back to his desk.

 

"I'm not. But he sells Pay Per Views. He makes me money. When I picture El Luchadore Magnifico vs Chris Raynor, I'm picturing Magnifico putting on a clinic, and fans tend to like watching, you know... a challenge... besides, you had a title shot before, didn't you? Thugg? In the cage?"

 

Raynor laughs. "I was just used to soften Thugg up for the PPV."

 

"Yea, and you didn't do so well."

 

"I didn't win, if that's what you mean, but I think I stood well enough on my own."

 

"And what you think doesn't matter."

 

"...So you don't think I've got what it takes?"

 

"There's a reason you've been in the midcard so long."

 

"Yea, it's Ed-"

 

"And I don't need to hear any more of that crap, so just stop right there." McWeed sits back down and begins the paper-shuffling anew. Another awkward moment of silence...

 

Stubby counts to ten, looks up...

 

Sigh.

 

"Just give me a chance," Raynor asks, pleading... "Give me Magnifico non-title, or some other former World Champion, I don't care who it is. Heck, give me Edwin! I'll drive my point him a little harder this time around." Raynor now leans far over the desk, glaring straight into Stubby's eyes. "I can beat him. I can beat any of them. Just give me a chance."

 

"... Wilson."

 

"Huh?"

 

Stubby opens a desk drawer and fishes out a blank match contract, then holds it up to Raynor.

 

"I'll give you Wilson. If you can beat him..." Stubby adds extra bite to this: "CLEAN... then maybe... maybe... we'll talk."

 

Raynor snatches a pen off McWeed's desk and signs the contract right then and there. He hands the paper back and starts to head out, but Stubby speaks again.

 

"But if Wilson ends up taking you apart, which I'm not betting against... I don't want to hear any more complaints from you about where you are on the card."

 

Raynor nods.

 

"Fair enough."

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Raynor beingz eVil!!!

 

 

Yet still funny... dammit!

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

And the "Chris Wilson Retirement Tour" rolls on into Psycho Ex-Carnieville.

 

Raynor's new heel character rules, and if he goes one on one with Edwin at the PPV, it'll be a dandy.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Damn evil bastard Raynor, being all...evil! And smarmy, too! It's the smarminess that really gets me.

 

Excellent work, soulja.

[Guest redbaron51]

Raynor is pissed off.

 

I think he has been listening to too much pantera lately.

 

 

Oh man...you f'n own

[Guest chirs3]

Keep up the Pantera cracks, and you're next, Xero!

 

*smashes head into wall, knocks self out unintentionally*

[Guest Thoth]

TNT gets no love... but Raynor does! HAHAHA!

[Guest HVilleThugg]

I, like most of you, love Raynor's heel character. It's kind of like...he thinks he's doing what's good and right, but the fans hate him. It's cool because it's a change from the usual, "I'm evil and I know I"m evil" heels. He actually thinks he's doing good...and doesn't understand why he's getting booed. It's wonderfully dandy.

 

Da "beat Raynor to a pulp in the cage" H