The Hunt

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

The camera opens on the image of a happy deer frolicking through an open pasture. He stops short and his head turns as if he might have heard som…

 

KRACK-A-BOOM!

 

The deer almost spins a complete 180 as a slug tears into the side of its neck. Blood and tissue fly as the poor creature collapses on its side. It fidgets once, twice, and then is still for eternity. The camera frame swings around to illuminate a tall, broad figure lumbering up over a small rise. He is dressed in a black mohair suit; sharp and stylish as if it had just came out of Frank Sinatra’s closet. A little odd for hunting perhaps, but who is to tell him different. He holds a rifle absently in his left hand, a casual extension of himself. He strides up to the deer and crouches next too it, staring into it’s glassy dead eyes. He raises his head with a wickedly evil smile on his ever cold lips.

 

“15 pointer, a little small for my wall,” Frost snidely comments as he stands up. “Almost as small as the trophy I bagged last Friday at Storm. The so called SWF World Champion El Luchadore Magnifico.” He spits the name out with disgust and grips his gun tighter; with the impression that he wishes he could fire it at someone very special right now.

 

“I pinned the World Champion. I put his shoulders on the canvas for the one…two…three.” He taps the BUTT of the rifle on the ground as he counts each number. “I am, beyond the shadow of anyone’s doubt, the number one contender for the World Title,” he shoots a thumb at his chest “but do I get a title shot? NO!” He punts the deer in the ribs to express his rising anger.

 

“Instead, I’m forced to face Magnifico’s cannon fodder. Why should I have to deal with the fawn when I’ve already killed the buck? Magnifico has sent CIA after me, because he’s scared. McWeed let him come, because he’s too complacent sitting in his plush office to give a damn.” Frost lowers his head and paces back and forth a few steps, collecting himself before he continues.

 

“CIA has barely been in the SWF for a month, has barely gotten a win. He’s half crazy and half stupid. He’ll make an excellent companion for Ash Ketchum on the job train. I’m gunning for you, face” Frost lifts the rifle up and places it on his shoulder. He aims it right at the camera and focuses his right eye through the scope.

 

“You will simply be another testament to my greatness after I blow you away like the skittish little squirrel you are. One more body to pave my road to the World Title.”

 

Frost places his finger on the trigger and gives it a smooth squeeze.

 

KRACK-A-BOOM

 

And the screen goes black.

[Guest Powerplay]

"Here, buy a can of 'Frost's instant heat'! If you need a match to get even more interesting, open it up and watch as Frost hypes up your match, giving it heat galore!"

 

Again, Frost, great little promo.

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

OMIGODZ FROST BEINGZ KILLINGZ THE FURRY ANIMALZ!!!!111111

 

Heh, very nice promo. I love how you take every match very seriously, both IC and OOC.

[Guest Thoth]

Frost hunts animals. Steve Austin hunted animals... damn if this promo didn't do wonders for both of you. And again. Frost hunts animals. Steve Austin hunted animals.

[Guest CED Ordonez]

*humbly awaits the Frost Brand Hunting Rifle*

 

Frost is the f'n man...tilde...bang...