PROMO: The Training

[Guest Serrated]

It is Sunday, the day of the latest episode of SJL Wrath, and the place is none other than San Antonio, Texas. Hours before the live show, the active roster is in various stages of preparation for the night's events.

 

One particular worker, Christian Fury, practices various submission holds on his training partner, a local independent worker named Edrigan Sloan. Sloan, a proud Texan who would be working his first dark match for the SJL prior to the show, had achieved the rare feat of befriending Fury since his most recent comeback, and offered to help Fury prepare for his match later in the evening against James Morin.

 

At the moment, Fury has Sloan locked up tight in a bow and arrow backbreaker hold, and Sloan does a remarkable job of hiding the pain he must obviously be in. "Is that... the best... you've got?" Sloan mutters.

 

"I don't see you escaping, Edrigan, do I?" Fury counters.

 

"Maybe not... but you don't see me... submitting, either," Sloan sputters between breaths. The muscular Sloan tries to power out of the hold, and after several tries, he succeeds in unlocking his arms, tearing himself away from Fury. Fury whirls to face Sloan, but the larger Texan has already leaped into his attack, grabbing Fury by the waist and lifting him into the air, dropping him down on the training mat with a resounding thud. Working feverishly, Sloan drops to the mat as well, quickly locking his adversary in an aptly named Texas cloverleaf. Without a moment's hesitation, Fury taps his hand on the mat.

 

"Giving up so easily, Chris?" Sloan ribs his partner.

 

"Just trying to save some energy for the match," Fury replies.

 

As Sloan helps his friend to his feet, the two are suddenly distracted by a distant sound. "What was that?" Sloan asks.

 

"I'm not sure," Fury admits.

 

"Sounded like a bell ringing."

 

And that is when the light goes out.

 

Several moments of muffled voices occur in the darkness next, followed by a sickening crack... and then another... and then nothing.

 

Several seconds later, a piercing scream penetrates the silence as the light switch is turned back on by a trembling Christian Fury. His heart is seized for a moment by a bitter chill, and then his mouth hangs open as he surveys the silent form of Edrigan Sloan.

 

Sloan lies unconscious on the mat, his face a bloody mess. The thick red substance coats his face and exposed hands. By far the most gruesome sight is that of Sloan's left ear, which appears to have been partially severed, blood flowing from the wound like honey.

 

In a panic, Fury checks Sloan for a pulse, and bends close to see if his partner is still breathing. Sure enough, Fury hears Sloan take in a slow, shallow breath, but the man is obviously not out of the woods by a long shot.

 

"Somebody get some help in here!" Fury cries out.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Well, somebody is certainly old-school.

 

And perhaps a werewolf.

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

I was thinking more along the lines of a yeti, even though that wouldn't make a bit of sense.

 

Violent sneak attacks on jobbers=(Y)

[Guest Ace309]

This is, like, 12 times better than Logan trying to be hardcore.

[Guest Suicide King]

Bah. Punking out JLers is supposed to make me afraid? Go to the Retirement Home and punk all us out!