Promo: Just Dropped in...

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

(with special character tweaking by Ejiro Fasaki himself. Thanks.)

 

Friday March 7, 2003

8:53 a.m.

7th floor Luxor Hotel and Casino

Las Vegas, Nevada

 

One Ejiro Fasaki stalks down the expansive halls of the gambler’s paradise with a sheet of paper balled in his fist. His eyes dart back and forth to the highly polished, ornate wall fixtures. He thinks that it must be nice to afford to stay in a place like this and not a Motel 6 out by the airport. He comes to a heavy oak door marked with the number 772 on the surface with a “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the knob. He rips the sign off and beats on the door with a hard thump three times. He waits a minute and no one answers. He raps the door three more time, the pounding echoing like a jackhammer through the hall. He steps back and waits a minute more, still no answer. Ejiro narrows his eyes coldly at the door. He hauls off and kicks the door three times, threatening to knock it off its brass hinges. Another minute passes and finally the rattling of a chain on the other side can be heard.

 

The door opens slightly ajar and a coarse, half asleep voice croaks “Who is it?”

 

“It’s Ejiro and we’ve got to talk,” he bites off.

 

Frost pokes his head a little farther through the door and rubs his right hand in his face to remove the sleep from his eyes. He finally brings Fasaki into view and moves his head measuring him up and down. “What do you want?” The ICTV Champion gruffs more tired than annoyed.

 

“Can I come in?”

 

“No.”

 

“What? I’m not good enough set foot in the room of the mighty Frost?” Ejiro snaps in a mocking tone.

 

“No, it’s just that I have three naked show girls lying around in here and I try to be a gentlemen about such things.” Frost matter-of-factly replies.

 

Ejiro blinks, taking in that nugget of information and repeats, “We’ve got to talk.” He jams the crumpled page under Frost’s nose and he snakes an arm through the door to take it. “It’s the card for Storm.”

 

Frost purses his lips and nods his head as he reads the main event, a tables match between he and Ejiro for the ICTV Title. “A big opportunity for you.” Frost accurately states.

 

Ejiro’s body tremors with nervous energy and he blurts out, “I’m going to kick your ass.” Frost looks up a bit confused while Fasaki dances on the balls of his feet unable to stay still. “I’m going to kick your ass and take the ICTV Title. Then at From the Fire Judge and I are going to kick your ass and take the Tag Titles. Then, maybe, on the next show I’ll ask for a rematch so I can kick your ass again. And maybe then I'll let you have a week off since after all, I'm no sadist.”

 

Frost mauls those statements for a second and then points at Ejiro with the page still in his hand. “We’ve got to talk.” He looks over his shoulder and reconfirms that he cannot allow the man into his room. He turns back toward Ejiro who has a ‘I’m waiting’ expression plastered on his face. Frost thinks for a second and then says, “You bowl?”

 

CRASH!

 

A glossy ice blue colored bowling ball collides into the pins at the end of the lane and sends them scattering for a strike. Frost already has his back turned and is moving to his seat when an X lights up the electronic scoreboard above the alley. Ejiro looks up from his chair to see the lines of the two men. His is admittedly not the best, a strike, a couple scattered spares, but Ejiro wasn't exactly interested in bowling that much anyway. After all Fasaki was always about dedicating himself to just one thing and that was wrestling. However, he still could not admit to himself that Frost was clearly his superior at anything at the moment. Although Frost’s line is one perfectly shaped X after another. Ejiro moves to grab the dull all black alley ball as they enter the ninth. He holds it in front of him measuring the pins and strides forward. He kicks his right leg back as if he knew what he was doing and lets the ball fly. It catches right to the side of the head pin and when the dust clears, the four and ten pin still stand. The alley is dead empty save for them.

 

This was meant as a chance for the two stablemates turned adversaries to talk, not much had been said since they arrived. Finally, Frost tries to break the tension as Ejiro waits for his ball to return. “You released a bit late.”

 

Fasaki looks back at the man miffed “Stupid alley ball, it stuck on my thumb.”

 

Frost pauses to let it drop, then something about Ejiro’s attitude makes him press on. “Still, you need to keep your arm straighter and a little more power would help with the pin action.”

 

Ejiro snorts at him and jerks his ball up as soon as it emerges from the hole of the ball return. He runs to the line and whips the ball down the lane with all the force he can muster. The orb barely touches the hardwood before veering off toward the end of its trek and landing in the gutter. Fasaki twirls sharply on his heels and stalks back to his seat.

 

He points a finger at Frost who rises for his turn. “You think you have all the answers, don’t you? Like some Zen guru sitting on the mountain. This is how you bowl. This is how you wrestle. This is how you live.” Ejiro holds his hands out a few inches apart and moves them across his body to segment out each phrase.

 

Frost steps calmly up to the rack and takes his ball. Without breaking stride, he hits right in front of the line and sends the ball sailing picture perfect down the aisle for a strike. Fasaki stands with a hand on the top of the control panel and doesn’t have to look over his shoulder after he hears the impact to know that the hits keep rolling. Frost returns to stand on the other side of the setup screens and props his left leg up on the molded plastic seat in front of it.

 

“Does it pain you that someone might have the answers? That someone might know a little more than you on something? Be better than you?” Frost analyzes like Sigmund Freud.

 

Ejiro looks at him like he’s crazy and quickly takes his ball and strides up to send it sailing down the alley. The pins pop into the air and crash down with the five pin somehow standing strong in the middle of it all intact.

 

Ejiro marches back up to Frost and shoves a finger smack in his face. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe the rest of us in the Seven know what we might be doing? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm mildly pissed off because I keep getting called a 'rookie' when I'm, what? A couple of months younger than you? Five years older than Danny? Yeah, I'm new here and this is the biggest success I've ever had being a member of The Magnificent Seven, but its not like I just got out of wrestling school in the last six months."

 

Fasaki hears the bang of his ball returning and claims as it rolls around the circular rack. He does his best to swing his arm like a pendulum and releases right above having the ball parallel with the floor. It strikes the lone pin dead on and both it and the ball bump into the back wall of the lane.

 

Ejiro glides to his seat and says defiantly, “Spare!”

 

Frost still stands perched on the seat and shoots a thumb back at the alley as the pinsetter puts its load down. “It’s the tenth. You go again.”

 

“Damn straight I do!” Ejiro covers his gaff from being flushed with anger. This time the ball careens off to the right side and he only sweeps off four pins. He harrumphs and waves his hand disgustedly at the pins as he walks away.

 

“Are you always this angry?” Frost piles up the questions.

 

“You would know that if you actually ever talked to me or Fugue. You haven’t said nearly 6 words to each of us since being bumped. Hell, the most contact I’ve had with you is when you shoved me into a locker on Lockdown. For supposedly being so concerned with this stable, you’re not too concerned with the people in it..." Ejiro pauses for a moment, "You know why I always say that whole, 'I'm better than you and I can prove it stuff?' Because, I simply had too many people telling me when I was coming up that I would never be good enough to make it in this business. So, I have to remind myself constantly why I'm here. But you wouldn't know that. You're too busy banging show girls.

 

Frost lifts his snow white eyebrows and shakes his head, admitting the man is right. He brings his leg down and hoists his ball. With textbook precision, he rolls it for the pins and receives another textbook strike. He walks back to Ejiro with a sway in his hips like John Wayne.

 

“So, I’m not a people person,” he confesses “but I’m trying harder. Also…” he pauses, weighing whether he should say what he’s thinking. He takes some more time to mull it over as he takes his ball and wings it down for a second strike, a 300 game now only ten pins away. He retakes his stance in front of the sitting Fasaki “Also, I’m trying to give Tom free reign. He is the leader. Hell, I helped talk Chris Wilson into letting him take over before he left. Frankly, it wasn’t a job I wanted and then I basically did everything I could to undermine Flesher. Not to say the man isn’t without his faults, but I’m not without mine. It takes a real man to admit he’s not always right and not always the best.”

 

Fasaki lowers his head and he feels a calming cool wash over him. He raises head and glares Frost right in the eyes. “This Monday, you give me your best. I heard that you told TNT for him to give his to you on Lockdown; well I want your best this Monday.”

 

Frost chuckles under his breath and lets the slimmest of grins hit his lips “Face, I’ll kick your ass.”

 

The two men nod, a mutual understanding reached. Perhaps not a mutual liking taking place, but a mutual understanding for their match. Both men even, both men legitimate threats to the other, both men fighting tooth and nail for the ICTV belt.

 

Frost remembers, almost as an afterthought, that he has one more frame to finish. He lifts his ball and weighs it in his hand. He steps up and throws it with just the slights crook in his wrist for the appropriate amount of backspin. Bowling ball meets pins for the twelfth time in his game with the same force, the same pinpoint exact striking of the head pin, the same kicking out of the ball to the right, the same pins dancing about to clear the others. Although, not all is precisely similar. The seven pin wobbles around on its base, tips to the right looking to fall, then suddenly rocks back the other way and sits flat. Frost stares down the lane with a disbelieving, yet accepting stare. Ejiro walks up to stand beside him and fights down a smirk.

 

“That’s never happened before.” Frost flatly states.

 

“There’s a first time for everything.” Ejiro slaps the big man on the shoulder and the two remain looking at the last standing to pin with no other sound but the hum of the ball return machine in their ears.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Sweet, sweet character relationships.

 

That ruled. More people writing stuff like this, getting subtexts out on the table = a good idea.

 

Bowling will always be the great equalizer.

[Guest Lightning Flik]

Great stuff Frost.

[Guest Ace309]

It's by Frost. I mean, come on.

 

I plan to print out all of Frost's promos and read them to my firstborn child in lieu of bedtime stories.

[Guest Ace309]

It's by Frost. I mean, come on.

 

I plan to print out all of Frost's promos and read them to my firstborn child in lieu of bedtime stories.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Another good read, Frost.

 

 

Don't act like you don't have a challenger up for kicking your ass though.