PROMO - "Where Is My Mind?"

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

PROMO (Taylor Nicholas Thompson) – “Where Is My Mind?”

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There is a hole in the wall at a local Toronto gym – Diesel Fitness – but not a visible hole by any means. Not a hole formed from a battering ram, or a wrecking ball, or Roseanne Barr… but instead a hole formed by the piercing eyes of one Taylor Nicholas Thompson. Thompson’s glare drills its way through the wall and all of Canada for all one can tell, and TNT remains completely still, something obviously on his mind…

 

 

***

 

Most of the crowd applaudes at the surprise move but it motivates Thompson to get back to his feet and attempt to end the match in one shot. Dragging Beezel up to his feet, TNT floats around his opponent and lifts him up in a fireman's carry from behind! Recognizing the setup, some of the more sensitive crowd begins to cry out against the attack...

 

"Oh no, this is not good," says Stevens, "TNT has Beezel up for a Detonation Drop! On the steel ramp no less, this is flat out the end of the match if he hits it! There is NO chance of Beezel getting up from this."

 

TNT secures the hold on his opponent, trying to keep his balance aganist the squirming of Beezel. Feeling ready to land the powerful attack, Thompson screams out at the audience "WATCH ME EXPLOOOOOOOOOO...."

 

*CLANG*

 

"What the HELL???" screams Stevens, "It's Tod deKindes! Tod just came out of nowhere and hit TNT in the face with a steel chair! This was a fair match to this point!"

 

***

 

 

”Fifteen…!”

 

“Sixteen…!”

 

“Seven--…--teen!”

 

Frost exhales, and sits up from a bench press set; the weight on the bar looking to be far more than… other weights… on… other… bars… probably more than Ejiro Fasaki, that’s for sure.

 

”Well, that will do for now…” Frost mutters, looking back at the extremely ridiculous amount of weight that he just lifted quite casually, before taking a swig of Fiji Water.

 

Frost wipes the sweat from his brow with a nondescript white towel, and looks over to his partner, who seems to be hypnotized by the gym’s wall, still. It does have quite a pleasant Marilyn Monroe-themed wallpaper – very Retro Babe-esque – but still, it’s not that interesting, and he soon becomes a bit concerned with what the hell his Chilly Chilly’s Bang Bang is doing.

 

 

***

 

"Well, life isn't fair Mark," replies Riley, "And I'm filled with nothing but joy to see TNT possibly get screwed out of this match! Hardcore rules! No disqualification, Mark. Tod could just romp on both these twerps and choose a winner himself!"

 

"But what is he here for? What the hell is wrong with deKindes? This wasn't his fight!" exclaims Stevens.

 

Thompson staggers backwards from the surprise blow, loosening the hold his arms had on his prone opponent. deKindes stands at the entrance ramp, ready to launch another attack if need be, but stands back as Beezel finds a way to flip himself off TNT. Confused as to how the hold got loose, El Scorcho comes off awkwardly, his arm still caught around TNT's neck. Deciding to follow through, Beezel tightens his grip on TNT's neck and drives himself backward, spiking Thompson's head onto the hard steel in a DDT! Out of habit, Beezel hooks a leg as Hebner has no choice but to make a cover....

 

ONE! TWO! THREE!!!

 

DING

DING

DING

 

"Your winner, by pinfall at nine minutes and fourty three seconds... BEEEEZEEEEEL!"

 

***

 

 

Taylor doesn’t move an inch, aside from maybe his eyes narrowing a bit, and Frost frowns a bit.

 

“Taylor?”

 

“…” is the non-existent answer that the Velvet Hammer receives, so he tries again.

 

“…Taylor?”

 

 

***

 

Getting up to his feet, Beezel raises his arms in victory but then lowers them in confusion at the sight of Tod deKindes. The german claps and smiles at Beezel before picking the steel chair back up and hitting a home run with the masked man's face! El Scorcho drops backwards and lands with a thud on the steel, motionless. The crowd rains down boos upon the intruder to the match. Tod starts to drag TNT to his feet as Hebner tries to break the two up...

 

DING DING DING!

DING DING DING!

 

"Dammit, I was hoping to see a great match between two fighter who respected one another," yells Stevens, "And this... this FIEND has the gall to make his presence known now. Why, Tod? Why?"

 

deKindes pushes Thompson up to his full height, and then SLAPS him across the face hard! Tod slaps TNT again, and again, and again to humiliate the former World Champion.

 

***

 

 

“…TAYLOR.” Frost speaks firmly, his words like a slap to the face of TNT, effectively waking him from dreamland.

 

“…What is it?” Taylor finally responds, but almost moodily.

 

“You’ve got a match that could decide the direction of your career in just a few days. It would be wise to strengthen up.”

 

“…Huh? Oh, right… yeah…”

 

Frost looks utterly baffled at what the hell is up by now, as Taylor still seems to be distracted by something; responding but not actually participating in the conversation.

 

“Taylor, snap out it. Now.”

 

“Zuh?”

 

“You’re not even paying attention. I don’t know what’s bothering you… but you better let it go before Lockdown comes around, or else you’ll be daydreaming too much to even put up a fight.”

 

“…It’s not a problem Frosty… trust me.”

 

“…It’s Tod deKindes, isn’t it?”

 

“What makes you think that??” Thompson and Frost both know that the Iceman hit the nail right on the head, but TNT asks anyway.

 

“Don’t play dumb Taylor. You’re arch nemesis from the SJL beats you clean right before you go on to win the World Title, then disappears, and once you’ve lost that title, he comes back and starts randomly toying with you. And this ISN’T what’s distracting you?”

 

Taylor seems almost offended. “Frosty, I think I can handle it, alright?”

 

Frost stands.

 

“Well you’re not handling it very well right NOW; that’s for sure! You can’t let that little pest take your mind off of winning simple matches. That’s just what he wants Taylor. If your concentration starts slipping and you start sliding down the card… then he wins. There will be a time and a place to deal with deKindes, I promise you that much… but right now, you’re going up against Judge Mental… and THAT’S what you should keep your mind on. Mental is nothing but one of Tom’s little flying monkeys, and you can beat him if you put your mind to it. So put your mind to it.”

 

Taylor snickers at the thought of Judge and Ejiro in flying monkey suits and Tom Flesher wardrobed in green makeup and a witch hat, but Frost seems to have the lesser sense of humor of the two.

 

“Listen, if you lose here, then that’s just a win for Flesher and his little cronies. If you win, then you prove that you’ve still got it… and huh, maybe we’ll even get another tag title shot somewhere down the line if we both do well. Now, win or lose, Taylor?”

 

“I guess you’re right… that little fuck could show up any time though.”

 

“…I’ll have you covered. Don’t worry.”

 

“Appreciated… but I’m seeing your point, now. I returned to the SWF to get the fans’ respect, didn’t I? And I’m not gonna let some little bugger like Tod deKindes take away the respect that I’ve earned. He can try all he wants, but he’s not going to distract me… he’s not going to take away my pride… he’s not going to win.”

 

“There we go,” Frost looks pleased. “You’ve been slipping in the last few weeks. It’s good to see you back to your old self, Taylor. Just have to keep your mind on the game, and off of the little things. Right?”

 

“Right.” TNT nods.

 

Frost chuckles a bit, before adding “And Tod, for now at least, is definitely a little thing…”

 

The Velvet Hammer saunters to the back of the gym to find the pull-up bar, while TNT, having been saddled up on a sit-up bench this entire time, lays back and begins doing sit-up after sit-up, intent on being in top shape for Judge Mental.

 

”One…”

 

“Two…”

 

“Three…”

 

Silence.

 

Taylor stops, and there is nothing, until the explosive one finally adds one last thing.

 

“But Frost?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“…If Tod tries anything else, I’ll see to it that the fed doesn’t even cover the bill for his funeral…”

 

“…Huh… you’ve got a match to prepare for Taylor. Get to it.”

 

TNT reengages in his sit-up extravaganza, trying his hardest to concentrate on his upcoming match and keep his mind off the little things… but there’s one thing that he knows too well to think of as “little.” There’s one thing that he knows won’t just go away. There’s one thing that he knows he’ll eventually have to do something about. And that one thing, is…

 

 

 

 

Tod deKindes.

[Guest realitycheck]

Mm... not bad, not bad. Truth be told, I'd kind of forgotten about the whole "Tod/TNT" thing that's been simmering. It's good to see it totally brought to the forefront with a promo like this.

 

'Kinda simplistic, but I guess that's really all you need. I also think, for all the promos you've written with him, this is the one that handled Frost's dialouge the best. Good stuff.

 

-Z

[Guest Tod deKindes]

Who ... moi?! Aw shucks.

 

Actually, good stuff. I be shaking. And such.

[Guest Powerplay]

A neat little promo here. I wanna see where you are going to take this thing with all the past history between you and Todski here. And "Flying Monkey Blue" just ain't my color, TNT .