Promo: One more run

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

It’s deep inside the arena, past the crowds of fans, past the leftover workers. The locker-room is nearly vacant; one wrestler stays, lying on the bench. He gradually stretches his body; his back arches over the bench, letting the muscles rejuvenate themselves. After holding the stretch for nearly a minute, the man slowly sits up, the eyes rolled deep into the back of his head. Seen on camera for the first time in months last night, Jamie Drazon is finally back.

 

"Ugh. Not exactly the way I had things planned."

 

JD gently shakes his head, disturbed with his performance for the night. He proceeds to rotate his shoulders, unharmed true, but you don't have to harm him to beat him in the Clusterfuck.

 

"I probably should have rethought my strategy... TNT of all people eliminates me... and goes on to win the fucking thing! What the fuck!"

 

Jay Dawg hammers his fist down into the bench, rocking the current seat and a sliver of a crack starts to show. Jay Dawg stands up and starts a small bit of shadow boxing, swinging some hooks with proper and swift execution. He has lost quite a bit of his mass, his shoulders no longer as broad, and his abdominals are ripped to the bone. Jay Dawg rests his fists by his sides, holding an abdominal flex as he stares ahead. JD continues holding the flex, as the veins in his forearms start to pop out from clenching his fists and the ripples in the abdominals become more and more defined. With the exception of the rest of his body flexing along with him, Jay Dawg remains motionless, seemingly unaware if the man walking in.

 

"Well, I never would have thought that I would see the day that you would come back."

 

The man steps through the door, freshly polished shoes, and a pair of ironed slacks and suede shirt. Jay Dawg continues to stare forward, holding the flex while the man hangs his jacket up on the nearby hook. His hair tightly pulled back, blonde locks dangling a bit. It is the SWF's current commissioner, the Suicide King.

 

"Tell me Drazon... what brings you back into my arena?"

 

Jamie finally releases the flex and the body expands ever so slightly. He takes a breath, and then looks at Commissioner Applewhite.

 

"It looks like you needed a new hero."

 

JD chuckles at his bit of sarcasm before taking a seat on the bench. He takes a glance at the commissioner before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gold cigarette holder. He flips the top flap open and pulls out a fat blunt. King's eyes bulge at the device holding which is easily thirty blunt sized joints. Jay Dawg sparks the tip up and takes a huge toke before having the blunt ripped out of his hand.

 

"When the hell did you start smoking this shit?"

 

JD looks at King puzzled, confused by the man who dare take his kron.

 

"Always did bro. Just been sparking up since chilling in Vancouver."

 

King is visually disgusted aqs he throws the joint in the nearby garbage can.

 

"You know all this shit does is mellow you out. Look at what it did to Stubby. It makes you soft... and believe me Jay Dawg, the last thing you need is to be mellow out there... especially with your enemy list.

 

"Let me smoke that blunt, and I'll fight all them motherfuckers!"

 

"I bet you will." King snaps back. "Jay Dawg, if you want back in, I have some agendas you can handle."

 

"What do I look like, your bitch? You want me back and you know it." a cocky JD replies, not really being the best negotiator.

 

"You know Jay Dawg... with Stubby being gone and Thugg getting flattened by Bo, I don't really have much use for you after all."

 

"King, don't play this game with me. You know I have some people out there who need to be just plain hurt. And by the looks at who is your current champion... I can see your boys aren't getting the job done."

 

"Ah very true, but you couldn't seem to get the job done yourself. What was it, oh four or five months ago? Say Jay Dawg, where did you go after that?"

 

"Fuck you!"

 

"Yeah yeah, you hate me and want the world to eat my soul... I've heard it before my friend. Now do you want in or not?"

 

"Yeah I want in..."

 

"Good, I have someone on Storm you can handle, he's been a bit of a pest lately."

 

"Deal."

 

"Excellent."

 

King flashes a brief smile, grabs his jacket off the hook, and walks out the door. Jamie sits for a second before pulling another joint out of his holder. He sparks the dubie up and inhales instantly. Coughing for a moment, he exhales the smoke.

 

"Yeah. I'll deal with the pest." Laughing as some smoke continues to come out of him. "I'll deal with all the fucking pests."

 

Jay Dawg takes another toke of the happy bud, and lies back as he exhales the smoke.

 

"Ahh... it's good to be back."

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

JD's back in action! I...kind of care!

 

What I'm most interested in is this:

 

"Let me smoke that blunt, and I'll fight all them motherfuckers!"

 

I think you have a new catchphrase.

[Guest Powerplay]

Fuck yeah! King of Hardcore is back! And now who the hell does King want nailed?

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

...soo... being beaten to shreds by LDP with a barbed-wire baseball bat = "unharmed"?

 

...He really is the no-show--... er, the no-selling bastard.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Meh... merely a scratch.

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

Very good promo. You still suck though, bitch.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Anytime you want a real title contender, give me a call you Mexican pud.

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

It'd be my pleasure to rip you apart again, Jay.

 

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

If you want your bones liquified... just keep talking!

[Guest Lightning Flik]

*rereads* ...aw bloody hell. There goes that guess.

 

Damn... King had said "he" in the promo... God, I've gotta fucking read for once in my god damned life.

 

Well, it's not going to be what I thought... Dammit.

 

...oh and to add, welcome back JD.