Promo: Ced Ordonez is a sack of shit

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

The camera fades in on Frost, dressed in street clothes, sitting in his personal den in a high back, red leather chair. A stuffed polar bear, his claws out and his teeth bared, can be seen over Frost’s shoulder. A cigar smolders in an ashtray on an end table. Frost reaches over to pour himself a glass of sherry and makes sure to cork the bottle with a ‘pop’ before speaking.

 

“Rumors have it that I am angry over the recent tag title loss.” He says with a distinct air of reserved calm. He picks up his glass of sherry and swishes it close to his chest, studying the body and color of the liquid. “Why would that be so? It was not I who was pinned on Storm, it was Thompson. And it was not Ced Ordonez who made the pin, it was Thoth.”

 

Frost takes a sip of the sherry and savors the sweet flavor. “I had Ced Ordonez out cold with the Ice Pick. In my mind, I had him defeated. Nothing new, as I won the Hardcore Title off of him easily on the preceding Smarkdown. I own you, face” he spits out the word with the disgust of an insult “and I would return you to the store if I could find the receipt.”

 

Frost up ends the glass and downs the sherry with a refreshing ‘aaah.’ He holds the glass aloft and whimsically notes the patterns of light playing off the crystal. “If I could help it, Ced Ordonez, I would never face you again. I grow tired of your petty annoyance to me. If I ever do have to battle you again, I think I might ask McWeed if it can be a no kicking match. It would amuse me greatly to eliminate 95% of your offense and watch you struggle in trying to wrestle like a real man.”

 

He sits the glass back down on the end table and allows a sly grin to glide across his lips. “This Monday will be little more than a light work out for me, Ced Ordonez. Just a bit of a warm-up before I vanquish Ash Ketchum once and for all. And don’t think I haven’t forgotten about you, face. You beat Mak Francis for the number one contendership because I wanted you too. You continue to wrestle in the SWF and not lay in the hospital in a coma, because I want you to. You breathe, until I grow tired of playing with you. I have plans for our upcoming Hardcore Title match and I have even bigger plans for us at the upcoming pay-per-view. After which, you can join your old friend, Ced Ordonez.”

 

The camera pans away from Frost and over to the near wall. A string of heads line the wall on plaques; a lion, a tiger, a grizzly bear, and one empty plaque. A gold nametag sits near the bottom of the pointed plate. The lens zooms in to highlight the name of the intended trophy to next adorn the wall. It reads “Ced Ordonez.” Fade out.

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

Go, Frost, Go.

 

Kick-ass promo, dude. Great job. You do a great job in conveying Frost's emotions.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"Yeah...but did Ced have sex with the girl before or after she died?

 

Mothernature says..."

[Guest Ace309]

Loving tha Frost as always.

 

GOD, he's creepy.

[Guest SupaTaft]

Frost = teh roq

 

What's with everyone and doing promos in wingbacks?

 

-Taft