Promo: The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

FADE IN:

 

SJL’s Man On the Street™ Ben Hardy is facing a camera inside what appears to be an enormous tent. A quick look into the background indicates the tent is in fact the big top of a circus.

 

“I’m here inside the Big Top of the Bungling Brothers Traveling Circus Troupe, whose most recent stop is just outside of Dayton, Ohio. Here the Wildchild has been training for his Scaffold match with Ejiro Fasaki for the European Title on SJL Crimson.

 

The cameraman directs his aim to the top of the tent, where Wildchild can be seen swinging through the air on a trapeze. Wildchild flies forward from the trapeze he’s on, does a gainer in the air, and grasps onto the bar of the forthcoming trapeze. He then pulls himself up to a standing position on the bar, and when he detects the other trapeze to be near enough, dive backwards off the bar, flipping in reverse, and grabs onto the other bar in the layout position, twisting his body towards the high perch, and swinging over to it, letting go of the trapeze about five feet short of the platform, and seemingly wills himself to glide over to it, latching on it with his right hand, and glancing down at the foot of the perch, where Ben and the camera stand gazing in awe at his athleticism. He breaks into a wide grin, and swiftly climbs down the ladder to join his two guests.

 

“I still have connections in de business,” he explained. “I asked dem if I could get in a little workout to prepare for my match.”

 

“Wildchild,” asks Ben, “do you have any reaction to Ejiro Fasaki’s comments in the interview I conducted with him?”

 

Wildchild cringes at the mention of the name. “I'm sick an' tired of Fasaki stickin' his nose in my business. Fasaki seems to t’ink dat he wrote de book on professional wress’lin. Dat he’s cornered de market on wress’lin style. I don’ be appreciatin’ dat too much.” Wildchild glances up to the top of the tent. “Up dere, dat’s where I learnt how ta do what I do. What I do in de ring, it be based on what I learnt up dere.”

 

Wildchild breaks into a scowl. “I fly. Dat’s what I do. What makes Fasaki t’ink he has de right to tell me how I can wress’le? I been an entertainer my whol’ life. It’s what comes natural to me. When I get in de ring, I want to entertain de fans. To do dat, I do what I do best. Fasaki wants to take dat away from me. He wants ta break me. To make me wress’le his way. To which I say, OVER MY DEAD BODY, vous peu de troll!

 

“You will NOT take my freedom to entertain away from me! You will NOT take my love of what I do away from me!” Wildchild gets right in front of the camera, his light brown eyes wide, and blazing with intensity. “Fasaki, you wish to break me? You wish to beat me at dat which I do best?” He steps away from the camera and points to the top of the tent, guiding the camera with his spare hand. “Well den, monsieur, you best learn how to fly!” Wildchild pushes the cameraman away from him and walks back to the pole, climbing back up the ladder…

 

As we:

 

FADE OUT

 

[Secret Agent 0]

Freaking cool as promo WC. This makes the Ejiro/Wildchild feud climax to a huge boiling point. I can't wait to see the outcome.

[Guest Kibagami]

Fuckin' AWESOME. Creole = ratings, yo.

 

Good shit.

 

S.