Promo: A Shot in the Dark

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

A taxi cab pull up to the front of a large and opulent house, but not overly so, with a well-manicured lawn. A large bear of a man steps out from the back and stares up at the house while the driver runs to the trunk and removes two stuffed duffle bags.

 

“Here you go Pete,” the driver says as he hands the bags over to their owner, Longdogger Pete.

 

Pete takes the bags and presses a wad of cash into the man’s hand. “Here, keep the change.”

 

“Thank you, sir,” the man says and then too looks up at the cold, foreboding house. “You sure this is where you want to be?”

 

Pete gives a slight shake of his head. “It’s not where I want to be, but it’s where I have to be.”

 

He walks up to the door and the driver reenters the cab and leaves. Pete presses the doorbell and can hear it ringing inside. He waits for a few moments and nothing. He rings the bell again and waits longer. Still nothing. He puts his hand on the doorknob to test it and it turns easily in his hand and the door slowly swings open.

 

Pete enters and closes the door behind him before he realizes that the house is pitch black without a single light on. He stands still for a second, trying to gain his bearings when the click of a light switch can be heard off to his right. He turns to see Frost sitting in a plush leather chair with his hand on the cord of a nearby desk lamp. A pale, yellow light shines dully across his face to provide the only illumination in the room.

 

“They told me you were coming.” Frost says deadpan.

 

LDP steps into the room and drops his bags to the floor with a thump. He moves wearily and unsure of the situation or the man before him. “Do you always sit around without any lights on?”

 

“I like the dark,” is Frost’s simple reply.

 

Pete shivers from a sudden cold chill running up his spine and looks around, narrowing his eyes to pear into the blackness around him. “Don’t you think you have the air conditioning up a bit high?”

 

“I like the cold.” Frost replies flatly.

 

Pete purses his lips and measures the man in the chair before him. “You’re not being that gracious of a host.”

 

With a little more edge in his voice Frost says, “I said they told me you were coming, not that I wanted you here.”

 

Pete sighs. “Fair enough. However, I’m here and I’m here to make sure you’re in New York by Friday night for Lockdown.”

 

“And in the ring with you to wrestle Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild. They told me that too.” A scant lilt in his voice betrays that Frost doesn’t think too much of that scenario.

 

Pete tries to remain calm, but can’t help letting a little frustration boil up. “You know, I was told by King to be here, it’s not like I want to. Frankly, what I know of you from the past I wouldn’t care if you moved back to Iceland and nobody every saw your miserable hide again.”

 

Frost folds his hands in front of him and rests his chin on them. “Then why are you here? Why not tell King no?”

 

“Because…” Pete thinks for a second on whether he should tell Frost the truth “I don’t think I’ve been given the respect I should since I’ve returned to the ring. If I get you motivated King is going to give us a tag title shot and I wouldn’t mind having some more gold around my waist.” LDP puts a thumb to his chest with determination.

 

“So, you’re using me?” Frost looks up at Pete expectantly.

 

Pete weighs the question for a moment then simply answers, “I guess in a way I am.”

 

“Good, I like honesty. No reason to deal with each other under false pretenses.” Frost leans back in his chair.

 

Silence fills the room until Pete speaks anew. “Look, I know what it’s like to get bogged down by everything happening outside the ring, but its inside that ring I find solace. I might leave every now and again, but I come back, because I love it. I might not know you that well Frost, but if I do know one thing about you, it’s that you love wrestling, you love being in that ring. You can’t let Tom Flesher take that away from you and give him a bigger victory than pinning your shoulders to the canvas ever would.”

 

“I don’t know if that even matters anymore,” Frost groans like a man defeated.

 

“I think it does,” Pete entones. “I know it matters to the fans, it matters to a lot of guys in the back, like TNT and in a way it matters to me. Tom Flesher is the exact type of guy this business and our fans don’t need. All those factors should matter to you.”

 

Frost locks eyes with Pete and LDP realizes that they have come to a meeting of the minds, if ever so brief. He has his foot in the door and has to pry it open wider. “I’m guessing you have a gym around here.”

 

“In the basement,” Frost shoots a thumb over his shoulder.

 

Pete picks up the smaller of the two bags and starts moving in the direction Frost pointed. “Ok then, let’s go.”

 

Frost sits without moving a muscle. “I said let’s go,” Pete tells Frost a little sharper. Frost stands and shuffles toward basement door with LDP in tow.

[Secret Agent 0]

.... Should I even try and write a match against these two? Meh, ok... I'll give it a shot, can't hurt to try.

 

Oh, and nice promo Frost. I find it kind of hard to believe that Frost would let one loss affect him so badly. It would be like Tom Flesher not only wining the match but winning in the mind games he seems to love so much.

 

Anyways, I liked it! (Y)

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Meh... he still ran away from me.