Promo: Remembering a past face.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Meh... I'm tired, wrote this on notepad. Have no idea how long this is, or if the grammar is good. If it sucks, I'll edit it later. But here goes nothing.

 

 

 

 

The streets of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Outside the First Union center, a pick up truck pulls itself into a nearby parking space. The door opens and out steps Jamie Drazon, decked in an ordinary pair of jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt. Standing outside his pick up, Drazon flips open a pack of smokes and pulls out a cigarette. Sparking it with a zippo, Drazon coughs quickly after inhaling.

 

"Fucking American smokes." Drazon curses before taking another puff. Feeling some wretching in his stomach, he throws the smoke away and starts to walk to the parking lot entrance of the arena. Drazon pushes through the doors and begins walking down the back hallway. Not long after making his presence, a backstage assistant comes up to him.

 

"The boss wants to see you."

 

"No kidding." sarcastically remarks Drazon, and if the man was any more important, Drazon might have taken the time out to make a comparison on how dumb that was... but we have no time for that.

 

---Two minutes later---

 

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

 

Drazon stands outside the commissioner's office, hearing a loud "Come in!" moments after knocking. He steps through the door, taking a brief look around the office before crashing onto the sofa.

 

"Heard you were looking for me." Drazon initiates the conversation as he lounges back on the sofa.

 

"Yeah. Didn't expect you here till yesterday. Ah well. I have a few minutes."

 

"So what's up?"

 

"You Drazon."

 

"Ok..."

 

"What the hell is going on?"

 

"Huh?"

 

"Ok... you've won one match in your last 10 or so. Something I don't want to see, which is just flat out sucking. You are damn lucky that your one win was over the world champ, and some money can be made there, or else I'd seriously be considering sending you to the Junior League. Hell, lord only knows where you have been the last two shows."

 

"Drinking." Drazon bluntly says the answer.

 

"Excuse me?" demands the boss.

 

"You hard me,. Drinking. I got drunk, hammered, plastered, fucked out of my mind, sloshed, shitfaced, tanked, pissed. Whatever the fuck you want to call it. Been pissed off. You piss me off."

 

The commissioner stands there for a second, dumbfounded as he certainly didn't expect that for a reply.

 

"Are you trying to put your job in jeopardy?"

 

"My job was in jeopardy the second I started losing matches. You said it yourself, sending me to the Junior Leagues. Even after defeating the world champ. But why? I got knocked out by Janus and Danny a few times? I didn't put out your ultra scary Boston Strangler? Is that it?"

 

"Drazon... you are lucky I have a lot of patience for your crap. You pulled a lot of strings with Stubby and other bosses to make sure I was the rightful choice as the next commish. I remember that and I am thankful. You may have been around for a long time... however those strings you pulled were before you left the company last year. You pissed off a lot of investors after leaving for no reason after Genesis. They have no problem if I send you down to these minor leagues. Hell you might crush a bit of developmental talent, but at least I won't have to deal with you. You've got two choices Drazon... either start winning matches, or start making me money. Either one will make me happy, because one normally leads to the other. Now if you want, there is some trainees in the ring right now. Why don't you go bump them around, get in shape... you have a title contendership match this Monday."

 

Drazon glares at the Suicide King, knowing the only reason he is around is for some potential cash. Keeping his anger under control, Drazon rolls his eyes into the back of his head for about two seconds and growls slightly as he breathes in. The growl is his only reply though as he steps out of the office and begins walking presumably to the ring.

 

---Five minute later---

 

In the ring, dozens of SWF and SJL development talent flood ringside as competitors Bobby Riley and Ced Ordonez start to go at it. Riley takes Ced down with a hip toss as the crowd looks on. Standing by the ringside isle, Drazon looks on inside the ring, arms crossed over his chest. Riley spots him and slides out of the ring.

 

"Hey, Brian told me you were coming. Basic stuff, try not dropping them on their heads, choking, stiffing them too hard, no snapped limbs, broken bones, easy on any bruises you intend to give..."

 

"Jeez. You act like they are going in there with a sadistic maniac or something." Drazon chuckles as he replies to Riley.

 

The commentator doesn't share the same amusement though, giving a small "heh" before sending two kids into the ring. He turns back to Drazon and gives a nod.

 

"All right, go nuts." Insisting Drazon step inside the ring, then turns to the kids. "Give him everything you got."

 

Drazon shakes his head as he dives into the ring. The two youngsters, no older then 21 hesitate as Drazon invites them a little closer. The first kid steps a little too close though...

 

*CRACK*

 

Drazon drops him with a headbutt! Riley cringes on the outside as the kid drops like a sack of potatoes from the stiff headbutt. Drazon turns his attention to the other kid, who continues to hesitate. Gathering enough balls, he charges forward but Drazon throws him with a simple hiptoss. The kid gets back up only to be launched with a back body drop. The two kids simultaneously get up, only for Drazon to flatten them with a double clothesline. Drazon squats down, ready to put some real hurt on them, when Riley sends in another two kids. The first one runs for Drazon...

 

*CRACK*

 

However a Thai roundhouse kick knocks him down and out. Riley tells the kids to pull him out of the ring as Drazon waits with the next kid. Not exactly thinking, the kid goes to throw a punch. Drazon ducks the fist, cradles the kid's neck, arm and leg, then throws him over his head with a T-Bone suplex.

 

Drazon sits up in the center of the ring, cricking his neck from the brief surge of exercise.

 

"Nice crop of kids there, Bob. Who's next."

 

On the outside stand two more kids who'd like to step in while the rest watch on with interest, and maybe some fear. The two kids think for a second, and consider the possibility of a two on one attack. They nod as they charge forward, but Drazon drops to his knees, and fires two fists straight north...

 

DING

 

Riley, Ced, and the rest of the class cringe at the sudden impact of crushed grapes. Drazon steps up by the doubled over kids.

 

"You never said anything about low blows." Drazon chuckles as Riley just shakes his head. Jamie turns his attention to the kid on the right, pulls him into a tight front facelock, takes a second to wrench the hold, then spikes him headfirst into the mat with a JD DDT. Drazon kips up after the DDT and pulls the other kid into a standing headscissors. In a swift moment, Drazon lifts the kid up and spikes him into the mat with the piledriver. The kid bounces in the air for a second before landing on his back.

 

"Jesus fucking christ. Why the hell is King making me fight these little squirts. They aren't even a challenge. The son of a bitch."

 

"You shouldn't listen to him. His logic hasn't been there for a long time."

 

Drazon takes a second, looking around his immediate area to find the owner of the voice. It isn't long before he spots the former two time, SWF World champion, Grand Slam Mark Stevens. Drazon smiles as he rolls into the ring, dressed in some wrestling gear.

 

"Now gee... why would Mark Stevens have anything bad to say about Brian Applewhite?"

 

"Heh. You got a minute? I mean, in between beating up my students and all?"

 

"You're students? What are they doing here?"

 

"I like to give them some dark matches for practice. Nothing beats live entertainment for training. Was on the road this week, figured what the hell, bring whoever can come."

 

"I see. They have a lot to work on."

 

"Nothing beats experience. At times I wonder if I've been around too long, heh heh."

 

"Hey now, you're only a year or so older then me."

 

"I meant around the ring. Anyway Drazon, you got a minute."

 

Drazon grins once more, as he cracks his knuckles.

 

"You want to give me some competition?"

 

"Alright." Stevens takes a look at the kid who received the Thai roundhouse, bruising is beginning to form over his cheek bone. "You gonna go easy on the kicks?"

 

Drazon looks at the youngster, and shrugs his shoulders.

 

"Sorry bout that."

 

"Bah, he's fine. Aren't yah, Tommy?"

 

The kid gives a Thumbs up as he looks inside the ring. Stevens looks back to Drazon and the two quickly get into a stance. A grapple follows quickly, and the two men struggle it out. However Stevens is far more powerful, and shows Drazon a small wrestling lesson as he takes him over with a headlock takedown. Stevens hangs onto the headlock as his head is scissored by Drazon's legs. Not really in the mood for stubbornness, they break off evenly and get to their feet. Drazon throws a quick right hook, but Stevens ducks, shoves his head under Drazon's arm, waistlocks him and throws him over his head with a Northern Lights suplex. Impacting the mat, Drazon shoves Stevens off of him, rolls to his feet, but Stevens pulls him into a standing headscissors and underhooks his arms.

 

"Not a chance in hell."

 

Drazon grunts , as he places his shoulder into Steven's thigh and takes him down with a single leg. Drazon holds the leg up in the air, ready to stomp down on it. He then looks at the kneebrace, holding his fist clenched in the air, then down at Mark Stevens. Stevens lets the leg hang there at Drazon's mercy. JD takes a deep breath and releases the leg.

 

"I'm surprised you were never that pissed off about that."

 

Stevens sits up, grabs his knee and begins rubbing it down.

 

"Shit happens, Drazon. You know that as much as I do. It wasn't going to stop me from becoming one of the best."

 

"Ah... one of those follow your dreams moments, eh?"

 

"Yeah whatever. I'd be lying if I said that part of me didn't want to strangle you for this. However at the moment, you seem to be quite distraught over our man in charge, aren't you?"

 

"Heh. Who told?"

 

"A little birdy. Hey Bob and Ced. Can you do me a favor and take the kids for a run or something?"

 

The small audience watching the battle between Stevens and Drazon, hoping to learn more tips are visually upset with the decision. However most get over it when they realize the two aren't even wrestling anymore.

 

"Heh, I take it you don't want your precious students to hear your unkind remarks about our boss?"

 

"Oh most of them already know. However that's not why I got rid of them. They wouldn't get this part."

 

"What part?"

 

"Heh. This..."

 

And with that, Stevens shows some surprising speed, and tackles the offguard Drazon down. He scissorlocks the leg, and pulls back with the crucifix kneebar.

 

"Cheat! Bastard!" Drazon shouts, as Stevens hangs onto the hold.

 

"You know what to do, Jay Dawg."

 

"Bah! I can't believe you caught me in this!"

 

Stevens torques the leg enough, as Drazon grabs his hair, holding in the screams of pain for the time being.

 

"Come on... I want to see it."

 

"Bah! Have you not watched my matches."

 

"Do you see a referee?"

 

"Bah alright!"

 

Drazon slaps the mat, giving Stevens the satisfaction for the submission. Stevens graciously releases the hold as Drazon starts to hold his leg in pain.

 

"Hurts, don't it?" Stevens happily informs JD.

 

The hardcore maniac tries to glare at Stevens, but can't help but let out a laugh.

 

"Just like old times, ain't it. Maybe we should have hung out more often. We could have had some beers and doobz."

 

"Jeez... you're 30 years old and yet you still are a kronik."

 

"Yeah. Good times." Drazon chills in the corner of the ring, pulling out a doobie from his cigarette holder, he sparks the joint up. As he inhales, he feels the air flow through him, before exhaling out a thick cloud of smoke. Surprisingly he takes the courtesy to exhale away from the SWF's numbah 1 commentator.

 

"So what do you think I should do about this King situation?"

 

"Personally I'd love you to jam that commissioner title right up his ass. But that's not going to happen anytime soon. I don't know... my best advise, go out and fight your Smarkdown match. you are booked, right?"

 

"Yeah... against the Wildchild and Beezel."

 

"Hmmm, a talented duo no doubt. Interesting guy that Beezel."

 

"I hear he's a returnee. Was he around before you were done?"

 

"Oh he was around, that much I can give you. Watch out for the Wildchild though, he's a quick one."

 

"Ya don't say."

 

"Heh heh, good luck."

 

"Yeah yeah. You know, with all these new guys running the league. At times I question who is one to trust. I'm kind of hoping your integrity sticks around for now."

 

"Hah! Yeah, me too. These kids are hungry... I mean hell, quite a few knocked you out pretty good."

 

"Yeah. That will change."

 

"Let's hope so. Get by that, you'll know what's best."

 

Drazon puffs the doobie one last time before roaching it.

 

"We'll chat again?" questions the former ICTV champ.

 

"Probably sooner then you think. Now get out of here, I have a class to train."

 

"Yeah yeah." Drazon steps out of the ring, but pauses outside. He takes a look back at Mark who smiles in return.

 

"See you around, Grand Slam."

 

"Peace out, Jay Dawg."

 

Drazon walks up the ramp, taking a deep breath, hopefully remembering what he has just stepped into.

[Guest kelloggs]

This promo gives you a nice feel of JD's veteran status and helps to explain a few things, while using past history. Will a SOMEWHAT sober JD be able to find the fire that got him a win over our current World champion? It's a good question to bring up and this promo does it well. I also enjoyed the in ring sequences with Mark, because it helps solidify one of your finishers for the triple threat.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

He makes me so proud...

 

 

 

It's ok people, I understand. You don't need to tell me how great I am, because I already know...

 

but please tell me anyway.

[Guest Grand Slam]

Very good promo, and I like where this is heading for the JD character.

 

One thing... I never imagined Grand Slam saying, "Peace out." I must have been hanging around Thugg too long...

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Sorry dude...my own lingo kind of took your place there...I smoked a little too much kron.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

I like it. I always forget about Mark and JD's ancient roots, and it's a nice little history lesson. It also gives your character a drive, which works well. I like it very much, foo'.