PROMO: "7 On The Rocks, Please."

[Guest Ace309]

Tom Flesher sits at a small round table with three empty chairs scattered around it. He takes a look at his watch and, with an annoyed sigh, reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a Frost-brand cigar and starts to light it, but just before he can, the waitress comes into the picture.

 

"What can I get ya, hun?"

 

"Well, I'm meeting people."

 

"Know what they need?"

 

"Hm... I'll have a Citron on ice... Bill usually just has a martini... Danno needs an extra litre of water a day for his... er, creatine... oh, and do you have Frost-brand bourbon?"

 

"The blubber-flavoured stuff? Yeah, but no one ever-"

 

"Bring it and leave the bottle." As the waitress notes the drink orders, Tom remembers something and adds, "And a German beer."

 

"We don't have anything German. We've got Sierra Nevada... that's kind of an imitation German."

 

"Even better."

 

The waitress takes off, leaving Flesher to finally light his cigar. Jst as he takes the first puff, Judge Mental and Danny Williams stroll in together. Mental greets Flesher with a businesslike, "Evening," and Williams nods at Flesher almost imperceptibly before sitting down.

 

"Did Frost get the invitation?" asks Flesher.

 

"Yeah," answers Mental. "He said he wanted to take separate cabs. Something about avoiding his opponent."

 

"Jesus," Tom sighs. "He's going to make this hard, isn't he?"

 

At that point, the waitress breaks the tension by arriving with a tray fll of drinks. She sets Flesher's vodka down in front of him, then hands Judge his martini. She looks at the large bottle of spring water, eyeballs Williams, and smiles as she says, "You're the one on all the dietary supplements, aren't you?" Williams stares at her icily, and after a moment of obvious discomfort, she sets the entire tray on the table and walks away as fast as she can. Flesher moves Frost's rocks glass and bottle of bourbon over to an empty chair, the takes a sip of his drink.

 

"Who's the beer for?" asks Mental.

 

"I guess you could call it a peace offering, Bill. Now that Kibagami's having some trouble with his injuries, I figured we'd need some extra backup at Clusterfuck... oh, by the way, have you finished looking over Ejiro and Fugue's contracts?"

 

Judge nods gravely. "We've got nothing. King can call them up, but it's entirely his decision. The automatic-bump clauses were added standard to keep the commissioners of the JL and ML from keeping top athletes to fill out their main event and compete with each other. Without an ML, the auto-bumps aren't going to kick in."

 

"Dammit." Flesher takes a puff on his cigar, then turns to Williams. "Danny, you're planning on competing in Clusterfuck, right?" Williams nods. "You too, Bill?" Judge affirms similarly. "Excellent. I know neither of you has a lot of experience in a battle royal setting, so I took the liberty of signing you two to a match that might help a bit."

 

Williams looks up. "This isn't a god damn over-the-top challenge or something, is it? I swear-"

 

"Relax, Dan." Flesher, with his back to the door, doesn't see the huge figure lumbering in behind him. "All I did was sign the two of you into a six-man tag. Us on one side, Mak, ELM and Annie on the other."

 

Judge, however, does notice the man approaching behind Flesher, and nervously asks, "Tom, why not throw your regular tag partner into the mix? I'll step down, it's alright."

 

Flesher waves his hand dismissively. "Frost's going to be plenty busy on his own, and besides, why would I use the meat when I can use the two guys who actually have some talen-"

 

Flesher is cut off when the man behind him approaches and sets a giant, frigid hand on his shoulder.

 

"Did I just hear you say I'm untalented.... face?"

 

Flesher's eyes grow to roughly the size of dinner plates. He takes a quick swallow of his vodka, then stands up, and with a fake smile, he shakes Frosts's hand. "Good to see you, Hammer. Have a drink. The bottle's on me."

 

Frost simply stares.

 

"Come on, just have a seat. We're discussing the next few shows. Speaking of which.... have you and Danny planned out a finish yet?"

 

Frost raises an eyebrow, while Danny glares and asks, "Planned out a finish?"

 

"Yeah. A way for you to go over in the ICTV match and still make Frost look good."

 

Frost clamps his hand tightly on Flesher's shoulder, his pale skin starting to redden. "Are you implying that I need... him to make me look good in the ring?"

 

Williams continues glaring. "Are you implying that I need his cooperation to win the ICTV Title?"

 

Flesher gulps, at a momentary loss for words. Luckily, just as things start to look grim, the front door of the bar swings open, and a trenchcoated figure stands in silhouette. He pauses for a moment, posing, and then shouts....

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, the LAST SURVIVING MEMBER OF X FORCE 9 has arrived! Hold your applause, lock up your daughters, hold onto your wives and get ready for-"

 

"Tod, you don't need to cut a promo," sighs Tom. "It's just a seedy little bar."

 

Tod deKindes, a little disappointed by Flesher's ctting him off, strides in and promptly takes the seat that was intended for Frost. "Oh, hey, a German dark!" he exclaims, taking a big swig of the Sierra Nevada ale. "Man, Tom, you're just the best. So what did you-"

 

"Is this the 'help' you mentioned the other day?" asks Frost.

 

"About that... sort of. Tod, I saw that you're slated against CIA tomorrow night, and... well, Tod, there ARE only six of us."

 

"Why Tom," says Tod in a high voice, mocking shock, "what ever could you mean?"

 

"Listen, Frost and I have CIA and Mak some time soon. I'm going to take care of Mak, since I absolutely own him on the mat and I've got the mind games working overtime on him. That leaves CIA, and it'd just be a shame if he got hurt right before his big break."

 

Frost turns an even deeper shade of red. "Why do you think you have to make everything easy on me? Do you think I'm some schoolboy who needs every advantage he can get? Do you-"

 

"Easy, Frostillicus. Have some Frost-brand bourbon. I ordered it just for you."

 

"You know what? I don't have time for this meeting," grunts Frost. He starts to stalk away, turning quickly to steal another glance at Danny. "And you.... are NOT going to have an easy time on Friday." As Frost walks out the door, Williams simply rolls his eyes.

 

"Alright," Flesher sighs. "I think we've got everything taken care of... and if not, my head hurts too much to argue about this anymore. Judge, you know what you have to do. Tod, injure CIA if you can. Danny, injure him if you want to."

 

~fin~

[Guest realitycheck]

Last line should've been delivered like...

 

Tom gets up from the table, and heads to the door of the par. Stopping for a moment, he turns his head back toward his mates...

 

"Oh, and Danny? ...Injure him, if you want to."

 

It's all about the STYLEZ, YO!!11!1! But outside of that nitpick, great promo. Tom is rapidly becoming the Grand Poo-Bah of the Hard Sell Promo.

 

-Z

Because there isn't a Foreign Cheif Leader Name Thing that starts with 'H'. That I could think of.

[Guest Powerplay]

I already read this promo and said it was great, and I'll say it again. I just think you nailed all the characters to a tee, and you could feel all the tension in the room with Frost, Danny, and Tom. Excellent job, Taamo.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

cool

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Sweeeeet. I'm just wondering how long Frost is going to hold on. It's been a bumpy ride so far, and it could EXPLODE at any moment!

 

Bringing in Tod as an X-factor (ha, funny!) is great. It's cool to see people in character actually planning strategy for the Clusterfuck.

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

Good thing I still have half of my match to write to maybe throw some of this in. However, it saves me from having to throw together a promo at the last minute for the triple threat, so whoo-hoo! Spot on with the characters as everyone else has said. Frost hates Tod DeKindes, fucking hates him. That can be played in in the future.

 

I have bourbon now? Wish I would have known so I could have taken Howard a bottle.

[Guest Goodear]

The more I think about this, the less it seems to make sense to me. Tom seems to be spending an aweful lot of time thinking about the Clusterfuck for a guy who is probably not going to actually be in the thing. And maybe it's just me but I've always thought of Flesher as being a lot more focused on himself than on what is important to the other members of the Mag 7 as a character is concerned. And why does the Mag 7 need backup in the Clusterfuck for anyway? It's not like there is a host of people after them specifically to begin with anyway... like ... HVille, Mak, CIA, and Annie? That does not really feel like a "SWEET JEEBUS! Call in the troops!!!" amount of opposition. Besides, since there can be only one winner, why split the pie even further by adding Tod to the Mag 7 mix?

[Guest Powerplay]

Well, Ejiro, I think he's already planning ahead for his first title reign. Whoever wins the 'Fuck gets a free World Title Shot, and if it's someone in the Mag 7, they just might either A) Lay down for him if he wins the World Title or B) Forfeit their shot to Tom if he loses. Since he's not in the 'Fuck himself, it alliance after alliance to make sure that maybe someone from the Mag 7 will win it for the above reasons.

[Guest Tod deKindes]

Why would I join M7 when *looks down at sig* ? Hmm?

[Guest Ace309]

Um, because the tease is part of the storyline we discussed?