PROMO: Sparring

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

Written entirely while half asleep! So it may not be entirely what I envisioned it to be when I started. Yeah.

 

 

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"Watch your step," directs Frost as he leads Longdogger Pete down the steps into his darkened basement. As they reach the bottom of the staircase, Frost flips a switch, and the room is bathed in dim yet substantial light.

 

In the center of the basement is a ring.

 

"Interesting," remarks Pete. He climbs up onto the ring and crawls in between the ropes. Pete gets back to his feet, and taps them roughly on the base of the ring as he surveys his surroundings. "Plywood," he notes. "And no apron?"

 

"You want comfort?" Frost questions him, still standing outside the ring. "Go find a Ramada somewhere. This is what I got."

 

"This'll do fine," Pete assures him. "Now get in."

 

A little reluctantly, Frost shrugs and then rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope. "How do you want to start?" Frost asks as he gets to his feet.

 

Pete mulls it over. "Let's start simple. Strikes and blocks. I'll swing at you, you block, then you do the same to me." Pete tosses off a right punch to Frost's upper body, but Frost turns it aside with his own fist. "Good," notes Pete. "Now you hit me."

 

Pete dodges a weak-looking attack from Frost. "What the hell was that? Try it again." Pete swings again, and Frost skillfully dodges Pete's second attack. Frost returns the favor with a rapid nerve strike across Pete's chest, but the maneuver only suffices a loud audible SMACK, causing very little pain. "That sucks, Frost. I shouldn't be able to give you so much trouble. You outweigh me by twenty pounds. You should be able to knock me on my ass!"

 

Frost narrows his eyes, angered by the slight and a bit insulted. He lunges, ramming his shoulder into Pete's upper body. Pete absorbs most of the impact without so much as losing a step. "What the hell do you call that? You're wrestling without heart! You can't just go in like an automaton and expect to win the match!"

 

Pete suddenly tears his T-shirt off, tossing it aside, leaving him bare chested in the middle of the ring. "Dammit, Frost, I want you to come at me, and I want you to see not LDP, but Tom Flesher! The same Tom Flesher who pinned your shoulders to the mat not once, but twice! The same Tom Flesher who'd like nothing more than for you to play his game and walk away from this business once and for all! Now DAMMIT, FROST, ATTACK ME!"

 

Frost, riled up by Pete's prodding, suddenly springs forward, plowing headlong into Pete and throwing all his weight into his opponent. Pete is knocked clear off his feet, landing hard onto his back, THUDDING violently against the plywood floor of the ring.

 

Both men are on the floor, but it is Pete that catches his breath first, uttering his next few words through wheezing gasps. "That's... more like it..."

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

Sweet.

 

I'm loving these. Keep 'em flowing

[Guest Crowe]

I agree, I like these promos which detail Frost's and LDP's interaction. I can't wait to read the actual tag match.