PROMO: Business Lunch

[Guest Ace309]

The camera opens with a tight shot of Tom Flesher at a table, clad in his grey suit and blue tie. He sits, his head rested on his hand, and stares across the table. He sighs in a frustrated manner, then gives a curt, "Congratulations."

 

The shot gradually widens, eventually pulling back far enough to reveal Flesher's lunch date - Annie Eclectic. She grins broadly, then replies with, "I can't believe I finally won the Hardcore strap."

 

"Uh... Annie... I'm not exactly sure why you're so excited."

 

"... what?" Annie raises her eyebrow, incredulous that Flesher would belittle her win.

 

"You know, they call it the MIDCARD triple crown for a reason," Flesher answers icily. "That US Title around your waist is practically worthless. All the credibility I gave it in those three months just went right down the shitter with those horrible gimmick matches against deKindes."

 

"Tom..." Annie says. "Tom, I KNOW you're not saying -"

 

"And the Hardcore Title.... Christ, Annie, why do you even want that piece of trash?"

 

"Well- well, I-" Annie tries to stammer out an answer, but she's too shocked by Flesher's unnecessary harshness to formulate a coherent response.

 

"And... Magnifico! You lost the Light Heavyweight Title to MAGNIFICO! Annie, how in the HELL could you go and do that? That was the most irresponsible, damaging and careless thing you've ever done! Jesus Christ, woman. Don't you have your damn priorities straight?! You lost the Light Heavyweight, and you picked up the Hardcore title. Big fucking deal, Annie. That's like me giving you a bowl of ice cream, and then going and trading it for a bowl of dog shit. It's like me buying you a filet mignon dinner, and you passing it up for a bologna sandwich on stale bread."

 

"Tom, I-"

 

"Hardcore Title!" Flesher scoffs. "What good is it? Are you going to write home about it? Will Mom and Dad be proud of their daughter, Queen of Garbage Wrestling? 'Look Ma, I can break a light tube over a fucking Pokemon trainer's head!'"

 

Annie snaps back with, "All you've told me for the past month is that I have to start bringing the gold home for the Magnificent Seven. I beat deKindes for the US Title. He's one of the top workers in the fed, Tom."

 

"Tod deKindes is trash."

 

Annie shoots back with, "He beat you clean."

 

Flesher looks like he's just been shot in the chest. He pauses for a moment, unsure what to say, and lacking any meaningful retort, reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a pair of Frost Brand Cigars. He offers one to Annie, who simply stares at him until he puts the second cigar back into his pocket. Stalling for time, he lights the cigar, puffs for a few moments, and then clears his throat.

 

"Annie, I told you that if you weren't going to do the job you were hired for, you were going to have to start bringing the action in the ring. I'm sorry if you took that to mean that some meaningless piece of tin was going to save your ass, but I can't be held responsible for the fact that you aren't capable of understanding the politics of the business."

 

"You're being unreasonable."

 

"No, Annie. Do you know what unreasonable is? Unreasonable is losing the Light Heavyweight championship, the only important title you've ever held, to a damn Carnie."

 

"How do you expect me to beat the World Champion AND Mak Francis?"

 

"That's not up to me, woman. I can't hold your hand in the ring."

 

"The odds were against me, Tom."

 

"Then you should have found a way to beat them. An appropriate way. And that's another thing... I've been hearing some nasty rumors about you."

 

"Oh?" says Annie sarcastically. "What kind of rumors would THOSE be?"

 

"I don't want you talking to Z. He's like a black hole for talent."

 

"Beat you clean."

 

Once again, Flesher's eyes narrow and he glares at his stablemate. "Listen, bitch, you're on thin ice, and don't think that your subpar 'skills' are going to save you. You think Wilson didn't give me his black book complete with star ratings? You're a DUD, Annie. I was going to let it slide and hope you weren't as bad as he said, but that chance is gone now. You're not performing in the back, and you're not performing in the ring. Therefore, you have no bargaining power. I'm laying down the law, Annie. You're going to comply, and you're going to smile while you do it. You're not going to talk to Zenon anymore. You're going to make a public apology to me on Storm for losing to Magnifico and making a mockery of the Magnificent Seven. Then, you're going to start competing respectably, or you're going off-camera."

 

Annie stares back, her face a mask of anger and indignance. She says nothing.

 

"Oh, and Annie?"

 

"Yes?"

 

"You're paying for lunch."

 

With that, Flesher gets up, straightens his tie and walks out, leaving Annie Eclectic alone at the table. The camera tightens on her beet-red face, and then fades.

[Guest Kibagami]

'Look Ma, I can break a light tube over a fucking Pokemon trainer's head!'

 

Flesher...as always, you rule.

 

Nice work, man.

 

S.

[Guest Thoth]

RUDO~ style promo!

 

Man, this just makes me want to kick your ass.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

I (heart) intrigue.

 

Z...Annie...Tom...Tod...LAYERS! BACKSTORY! HISTORY! VIOLINS!

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

That was REALLY damn good.

 

Flesher is the prodigal heel, while Annie plays the reluctant underling.

[Guest realitycheck]

Nice to see you could salvage the premise, Tom.

 

Great promo that reinforces Flesher's holier-than-thou attitude (Which is never a bad thing, in my opinion), and does a bit of work for Annie, too. It also makes me want to punch Tom. DAMN you are an asshole.

 

-Z

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

Flesher is, of course, the MAN.

 

And that's all I got to say.

 

-Annie

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"Wooo...feel the thick and sticky sexual tension baby.

 

Mothernature says..."