Promo: A Change of Plans...

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

It’s the weekend. A time for the SWF Superstars to relax, break kayfabe, and basically do whatever they want. And since there’s no Smarkdown this week, many of them have gone home to see there families and friends. Yes, everyone’s looking forward to a nice, peaceful weekend.

 

“Goddammit, where’d I put that contract?.” Grumbles Stubby P. McWeed, hunched over his desk, which is piled with paperwork.

 

Well, almost everyone.

 

The commissioner of the SWF has stayed behind at the Ford Center in Oklahoma City, looking to catch up on his paperwork over the long weekend. Unfortunately for him, he’s not alone.

 

Just as Stubby finds the elusive contract he’s been searching for, his door swings open. Stubby hesitantly looks up to see who’s there, really not wanting to be bothered right now. When he looks up, he sees El Luchadore Magnifico, Mexican flag in his hand and World Title on his shoulder, step into Stubby’s office, a grim expression on his face. Without saying a word, Magnifico leans his flag up against a corner, before walking up to Stubby’s desk and taking a seat right in front of him. The commissioner, a bit perplexed by the whole thing, stares at ELM for a moment before speaking.

 

“Well...” begins Stubby, “To what do I owe the honor of your presence, Magnifico?”

 

“Mi jefe,” Magnifico responds, ignoring Stubby’s sarcastic remark, “Tengo un problema con Sacred.”

 

“I don’t speak Spanish, Mag.” Stubby snaps.

 

“Oh, um...I have a problem with Sacred, Stubby.” Translates Magnifico. “You remember when he challenged me to a Ladder Match for the Heavyweight Title, si? Pero, he has now backed out, and won’t tell me why.”

 

Stubby sighs loudly. “Oh, that’s just great, Mag. Thanks to you, I no longer have a Main Event for the next PPV.”

 

“Thanks to me? What did I do?” questions ELM, annoyed.

 

“The hell if I know, but I’m sure it’s your fault somehow.” Responds Stubby defiantly. “So, what do you plan to do now?”

 

“Well, that’s why I came here, honestly.” Magnifico admits. “I want a new challenger for the Pay-Per-View.”

 

“Fine.” Stubby states, turning back to his paperwork. “I’ll pick someone out for you, to be revealed on the night of the show.”

 

Stubby goes back to work as Magnifico looks at him, not quite sure what to make of that statement. Stubby looks up, annoyed.

 

“What, do you need an invitation to leave?” questions the commissioner. “I’ve got you an opponent. Now get out of here so I can finish my work.”

 

“I think you misunderstand, mi jefe.” Magnifico responds. “I wanted to name my own opponent.”

 

“Well, that’s a shame, because I’ve already named one for you.” States Stubby.

 

“You can’t do that!” shouts Magnifico, pissed off at this point.

 

“I can’t do that?” Stubby shouts back. “Let me tell you something, my small Mexican friend, I can do whatever the hell I please around here. And I don’t need to take shit from anybody, even the World Champion, because I control his fate in my hands.”

 

Magnifico and Stubby stare at each other defiantly for several seconds, neither man wanting to back down.

 

“That may be true, Stubby, but I’ve got an opponent figured out better than any you could choose.” Magnifico finally announces.

 

“Oh, is that so?” Stubby responds in mock amazement. “Please, regale me with your choice.”

 

“I want to face the one who has been interrupting SWF shows, saying that he will soon return. From the looks of it, whoever it is must be an incredible competitor, worthy of a shot for the SWF World Title.” Regales Magnifico.

 

“Out of the question.” Says Stubby, shooting down the luchadore.

 

“Why not?!” snaps Magnifico, more annoyed than ever.

 

“Mag, you don’t even know who the hell this returning guy is! I don’t even know! It could be the fucking Exploding Chicken, and that’s not a Main Event I want for my PPV!” Stubby shouts.

 

“I’m willing to take that chance.” Magnifico states.

 

“I’m not.” Stubby responds, steadfast.

 

“Listen, jefe, I refuse to fight anyone you choose.” Magnifico announces, stubbornly. “I will only defend my Title at the PPV if I face the person who is returning.”

 

“Fine, then you won’t be on the show at all.” Stubby declares, “And, you won’t get paid for the show either, unless you face who I choose.”

 

Magnifico glares at the cool and collected Stubby, the anger building inside the luchadore with every passing second.

 

“I will have my match, Stubby.” States Magnifico. “And there’s not a thing you can do about it.”

 

“That’s what you think, Mag. I’ve already spelled this out for you; in this federation, I can do whatever I want to whoever I want.”

 

ELM glares at Stubby for one more second, before slowly standing up, grabbing his flag, and walking out of the office. Stubby looks after him as ELM exits his office, his flag flapping as he walks.

 

“Goddamn luchadores...” mumbles Stubby as he returns to his paperwork.

 

But meanwhile, Magnifico isn’t quite finished. As he walks, ELM whips out his cellphone and dials a number. As the phone begins to ring, Magnifico grins to himself.

 

“Not a thing you can do about it...” Magnifico says, grinning.

 

Don’t you just love the weekend?

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

Oooooh.....

 

...what?

 

-Annie

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

Once again, the man on the cell phone who ELM will be facing at the ppv is the Memphis Eel. It's always the Memphis Eel.

[Guest Ace309]

Or possible SJL road agent Mr. Bukkake.

 

But let's not soil the name of this great promo with references to SJL road agent Mr. Bukkake. It was well-written and explained away a very crappy turn of events, so let's leave it Bukkake-free.

[Guest realitycheck]

[Maniacal Laugh of Pretending to Know Who It Is]Gya' Fwa! Mua'Hahahahahahaha!![/MLPKWIS]

 

Ahem. Nice little promo that builds intrigue (Or is that "Gives information"?) for the PPV, what with Sacred gonez0 and whatnot. I really wish you'd promo more often, Mag...

 

-Z