Promo: A Light Lunch

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

Frost rushes through the halls of the legendary Magnificent 7 compound, hid somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. A piece of paper is crumpled in his fist and his body is flushed red with anger, every vein in his form straining and twisting against his tight skin. He comes to a set of double doors and throws them open with a loud bang. Through the doorway one can see Mag 7 leader Tom Flesher and U.S. Champion Danny Williams sitting at a small, round table finishing a modest lunch. Frost storms up to hover above the man and spikes the paper on the table. Flesher eyes Frost with disdain for the rude interruption over his glass of the finest red wine.

 

“What is this shit!” Frost screams and points down at the page. Tom picks it up quizzically and uncrumples it.

 

“It appears to be the card for Storm.” Flesher replies calmly.

 

“I know that, it just came in over the fax!” the Icelander bellows. “But where’s my U.S. title match? I won the contendership on Smarkdown and Annie gets a match instead!”

 

“Says here, she had a rematch clause in her contract. Not much we can do about that now is it?” Flesher says matter of factly and then looks over at Danny, who simply sits there in his standard tense and quiet way.

 

“Then why even have a damn number one contenders match!?” Frost yells and pounds a fist on the glass tabletop. He turns away from the pair and seethes with his hands on his hips.

 

“Just settle down and have something to eat. The Memphis Eel makes an incredible gumbo you just have to try.” Tom tries to change the conversation and pulls up a ladle from a silver kettle in the middle of the table.

 

The Icelander’s ragged breath catches in his throat and he whips around with an accusing look in his eyes.

 

“Wait…Annie won that U.S. title when she was still with us and you helped her renegotiate a contract right after that because she was doing so well lately. You must have had her put that clause in there and you knew about it.” Frost leans across the table and points a finger Flesher.

 

Flesher takes another calm sip of wine, not shaken in the least. “I might have…it’s a common clause anymore and it makes sense to get. Besides, this works to our favor. If Annie can defeat Danny,” Williams narrows his eyes coldly at Tom “well, you know how that bitch cheats,” he adds to appeases Williams, “you’ve got our back door in bringing the belt back home with the first title shot. In fact, we can just sit on this number one contendership for months for when we really need it.”

 

The Velvet Hammer bolts up right and grits his teeth in frustration. “SIT ON MY TITLE SHOT!” he bleats out through clenched teeth. “I deserve the very NEXT title match for the belt.”

 

Flesher sighs as if he had to address a small child. “There is no reason for you and Danny to have a match and cause even a mild riff in the stable. That’s just what the Midnight Carnival would love to see. I’ve made Danny here see the logic and he’s fine in not facing you.”

 

“I don’t care who I fight, as long as I’m in that ring against somebody. If the boss says not you, then not you.” Williams rumbles out with a message of ‘just try to bring it’ beaming out at Frost from deep with in his eyes.

 

Frost stares at Danny briefly, not shirking from his gaze, then turns back to Flesher with hostility building in his voice. “You pointed that clause out to the Commissioner to keep Williams and I out of the ring. You probably had me put into this stupid tag match with Ced Ordonez too.”

 

Flesher fights down a self-satisfied smirk and hides his mouth behind his wine glass. “I might have whispered something in Stubby’s ear. I wanted the time to talk to you and Danny anyway. What you ultimately choose to do about the match is up to you, of course, but I thought you to be a much smarter man than this. Danny had no trouble in seeing the reasoning behind my actions and wanting to do the right thing.” The pair at the table shares a knowing half smile. “Besides,” Tom adds, “I thought you didn’t give a damn about the U.S. in wanting the World. Is the World not enough for you now.”

 

Frost flings the table over and the lunch ware falls to the floor with a clang on the hard floor. Williams rockets to his feet and edges toward Frost, but Tom gets in between them and separates the two. His calm veneer through out the scene is gone and he snaps at his supposedly trusty lieutenant.

 

“I knew you’d do something like this! Always looking out for number one. Not doing what’s good for the Magnificent 7 and your stablemates. Trying to catch Thugg so you can have your precious World title shot. The only reason you want to fight Danny for a belt you don’t give a damn about is because of your selfish ego.”

 

“You should know about selfish egos!” Frost barks out. Flesher shoves a finger in his mugg to warn him to cool it and Frost looks on the edge of biting it off.

 

“You are a valuable member of this stable. You are my right hand man. I need you, but you need to learn your place. Yes, I asked Stubby for the tag match with you and Ced. Ordonez was in the wrong place at the wrong time on Smarkdown. Trying to horn in on OUR taking down of HVT. Nonetheless, this provides a great opportunity to teach you a Sesame Street lesson on playing well with others. You put your petty selfishness aside and do what’s best for the whole. We’re this close,” Flesher holds up his index finger and thumb with only a scant bit of space between them “to being stronger than we’ve ever been and you need to be a big and proper part of it.”

 

Frost lowers his head in contemplation for a second then looks back at the Superior One. “So, this is a challenge from you to me?”

 

“Me to you.” Flesher nods.

 

Frost exchanges the slight nod and then lumbers out of the room. Tom takes a deep sigh and points at the mess on the floor.

 

“Danny, go tell Judge to get in here and clean this up. Tell him it’s more hazing or something.”

[Guest Powerplay]

Dude... I only wish you did these more often. Fantastic interaction between Flesher and Frost. I think you nailed Flesher to a tee. Very primo work. *Goes about cleaning up the mess.*

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Superb. I have nothing else to say, except that The Velvet Hammer is a great nickname for a wrestler or a penis.

 

(As is the Memphis Eel, but that's another story.)