Promo: Justice and Rule

[Guest Goodear]

Inside a dusty old gym stands a dusty old man who has seen it all. A man who has not only given his all to professional wrestling while he was active, but continues to do so even now. Because down in his heart of hearts, this warrior knows that he is creating the future. Looking into the ring and his pupils going about their early drills, this man lets a little smile cross his lips. “This is a good crop,” he thinks as they go through their required motions again and again. Over the crackling intercom comes the voice of the man’s wife and his school’s head administrator.

 

“Your guests are here, Hon.”

 

“Thanks dear,” replies the old man to no one that can actually hear him. But it’s always good to be polite in this business. Well… to the people that handle the financial end of it anyway. Shouting out to his class, the old man rumbles in his gruffest voice, “ALL RIGHT … HUDDLE UP!”

 

“Okay settle down,” shouts Harry Templeton, “Now listen up, we’ve got two special guests here today to give you all a lesson in the art of wrestling.”

 

“What no tap lessons today?” joked Joey Trombone, a wise mouthed kid from New Jersey who nonetheless is able to go through all of the rigorous training that Harry puts them through without complaint.

 

“Stow it Joey,” replied the trainer, “These guys aren’t here to listen to your stand up act. They take this whole business a whole lot more seriously than any of you. Please welcome, SWF Tag Team Champions Justice and Rule.”

 

Coming through the doors on cue come Judge William Hearford and Ejiro Fasaki dressed for a hard day of working out some rookies. Both men are wearing Justice and Rule hooded sweatshirts (available NOW) with some shorts for this little demonstration that they are more than happy to deliver. Walking up to his long time confident, The Judge happily shakes his hand as Ejiro hangs back and measures up the squad of trainees. “A couple good sized guys here”, he thinks to himself as he takes a long look at the aforementioned Mr. Trombone, “Six foot four, about 250 pounds of muscle... Not too bad.” Ejiro turns his head around a little more, “Too soft looking, not flexible … too, well what do you know...”

 

Ejiro’s eyes widen a bit as he gets a load of the only female member of Harry’s class. “Rather well put together if I do say so,” notes Fasaki.

 

“Ejiro and I” calls Judge as he walks away from the proud trainer as he comes into center stage, “have been so gracious as to come down here and give you amateurs a lesson or two. But quite frankly, I think it’s a waste of our time and energy. I think you four couldn’t wrestle your way through your mother’s crotch.”

 

“Nice word picture there,” mummers Trombone under his breathe.

 

“I'M SORRY!” bullhorns The Judge, “Did someone tell you that I was done talking? Did someone give you permission to be a pain in my ass for the morning? No! So shut your mouth and open your ears okay?”

 

“Sorry.”

 

“WHAT,” calls out The Judge in his loudest voice.

 

“I said I’m sorry,” mumbles the kid.

 

“WHAT?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“He just wants you to shut up, Joey,” replies the woman member of the training class.

 

“Feisty too,” thinks Ejiro as The Judge continues with his speech.

 

“Look children,” continues the Judge, “there’s something you all need to understand. Skill, look, and guts might get you in the door of a major federation… but it’s respect that will keep you there. Respect for the veterans is what will make them want to help you out. Make them want to see you do well and succeed. You come into a federation saying how big and bad you are and the people that are already there will end up feeding you your liver just to shut your big mouth. You either earn your place or you get ground up and spit back to your father’s casino.”

 

“Uh oh,” thinks Fasaki, “I’m sensing a parallel.”

 

“You think you’re going to come into a federation and just take over? You think you’re just going to waltz right on in and become World Tag Team Champions because you’ve got friends in high place? WELL? Is that what you THINK?”

 

“I think what Judge is trying to tell all of you,” Ejiro coolly interjects, “is that either you work hard and pay your dues or you end up getting beaten to a bloody pulp. Fair enough? Okay, let’s get to it. Judge is going to backdrop the hell out of us, I want to see you peckerwoods get up as fast as I can. Got it? Good, in the ring with you.”

 

Breaking off, the students and the Judge all head to the ring as Ejiro pulls off his sweatshirt. Uncovering his head, Ejiro notices one of the students standing before him. Yeah, you guessed it.

 

“Hey,” remarks the female member of the class.

 

“Hey,” replies Ejiro. He lifts an eyebrow, “I notice you aren’t in the ring.”

 

“I just wanted to show that respect thing you two were just talking about,” replies the lass, “and, you know, say thanks for putting up with us.”

 

“No sweat, you know I live for this stuff.”

 

“That’s what you were always saying.”

 

Calling from inside the ring comes the call of the Judge, “Will the Fasaki Family please join us in the ring?”

 

“Ready Sis?”

 

“Yup.”

 

“You had better be.”

[Guest Grand Slam]

Damn... consider this a standing invite to teach a class or two at Bases Loaded...

[Guest Ace309]

(Y).

 

And another (Y).

 

And, what the hell, a third. (Y)

 

Incredible. Just incredible.

[Guest realitycheck]

Uh... huh.

 

Okay.

 

-Z

[Guest Ace309]

And, of course, the "Incredible" is contingent on this going somewhere. I just thought that was implied.

[Guest Goodear]

Oh I have plans, don't you worry your pretty little head. They might not pop up for a couple of weeks, but the plans are all swimming around in my little head. Plus, we got to cut a little promo on Deja Vu... mission accomplished and all that. Too bad Z hates it =-(

[Guest Deja Vu Kris]

Dude...we SO need to take this class!

 

And I wasn't so busy writing our match (cause I don't know where my stupid brother is), I'd write a promo on your guys.