PROMO: Semi-Normal, Kind-Of, Sort-Of Life

[Guest Christian_Fury]

Madison Square Garden in New York... This place brings back a lot of memories for me. Better times, I guess...

 

Oh... Who am I? I am Christian Fury, on-again, off-again Smarks Junior League wrestler. I'm currently on again, and as I approach the "Performer's Only" entrance, I'm slowly coming to grips with the decision I made to come back. Lara would've wanted it that way.

 

*Sigh* Lara...

 

Anyway, coming in the door, I walk over to the sign-in desk. The kid... He can't be more than 19 or 20... Looks up at me, with a look like I distracted him from something important. As I get a little more observant, I see a paused game of "Halo" on the security TV.

 

"Yeah?" Hearing that, I can tell this is not going to be a good day.

 

"Christian Fury... I'm here to report in for the SJL." The kid rolls his eyes with a huff.

 

"I need to see your ID." For crying out loud, at least be nice about it. I root out my wallet, looking for the ID. I finally produce it, and lay it on the desk. The kid, meanwhile, has intensely gotten back into his game of Halo. After about a minute or two, I've finally had enough. I lean over the desk, smacking the ID on the TV screen. I have to smile a little as I hear the sounds of flaming death, and the kid looks up, pissed off as anything.

 

"Alright, alright!" the kid grumbles. "S***..." He takes the ID from my hand, looks at it... The reaction is worth all the hardship. His eyes go wide, and the whole slack-jaw thing, stumbling speech... You know.

 

"Uh-uh-uh..." I have to grin more as the kid is really flustered. "Mister Fury, I'm so sorry... I'll get your credentials." He hands back my ID with a shaking hand, and fumbles around behind the desk. I reach over, taking the controller off the desk... Alright, the stick runs... The buttons... Okay, that's a grenade, but what does...? Wait, there's something shooting at me... Okay, turn around... Where the f*** is the "Fire" button?

 

"Mister Fury?" Oh, there it is... Oh, s***! One of my own people, I think... Uh... Oh cool, there's a car... But how the Hell do I get in?

 

"Uhm... Mister Fury?" What are those BUTT-ugly things??? Alright, I'll shoot a grenade... And it bounced... Whoa, now that's the way to fly...

 

"Mister Fury???" I put the controller down, clearing my throat. The kid's smiling at me, because I am acting like the 'old fart' that I am now.

 

"...I never liked these things anyway," I mumble as I take the credentials. I walk towards the main locker room, pinning everything where it has to be, and all that... I take a deep breath, walking backstage. Now this is the life I knew best, and can know best again.

 

I'm home again...

 

I just wish Lara was here...

[Guest DiabloIIFreak1010]

Uh-Oh, spaghetti-os.

 

Looks like Fury is back to destroy us all. Nice promo, but as you can see, we can swear fucking freely on the board. It's quite cool. I look foward to your return.

[Guest Kibagami]

Fuckin' right, is right.

 

Nice first-person perspective in that promo - we don't see a lot of that. Welcome back, Fury-dude.

 

S.

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

I dig it, Fury. Having you back is nice. Of course, having ANYONE back is nice, but having you back is extra nice or something that sounds less corny. I'll stop talking now.

[Guest SupaTaft]

I'm not feelin' it.

 

-Taft

[Guest Christian_Fury]

I dig it, Fury. Having you back is nice. Of course, having ANYONE back is nice, but having you back is extra nice or something that sounds less corny. I'll stop talking now.

Hua, soldier.

 

Talk as much as you want, as long as it's praising me.

[Guest Christian_Fury]

I'm not feelin' it.

 

-Taft

*Fury puts Taft through the Lightning and Thunder!*

 

...

 

Did ya feel that? Huh, bitch??? Didja, HUH?!?!?