Promo: "Once More, With Feeling"

[Guest kelloggs]

Philadelphia, PA

4:20 PM

Broad Street

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A grander sight has never been seen, as the house lights are up and the ring is already center stage. A few tech guys meander about, some up in the rafters fixing the lighting, others scrutinizing the set, while conversing by walkie-talkie, relaying information and directions. A woman and man take in the grandeur of Philadelphia’s First Union Center, deep in the heart of South Philly -- a place that will be filled to capacity in a few hours. The man, in a green MSU hoody and jean shorts, seated in a wheelchair, holds a single crutch in his lap, as the woman pushes him down the ramp way still taking in the ambiance. The ring. It’s something this man hasn’t seen up close in a while. A tall man, surprisingly normal for the business he’s in, face masked from all onlookers, stoically stands in said ring, leaning on the ropes, before dropping to the canvas and rolling outside.

 

“The prodigal son returns, about, twenty minutes late or so, I might add.”

 

“I prefer the term fashionably late, because, well, look at me. And we’re going to stick around and watch the show. King offered the skybox, but I like being with my people… even got us front row.”

 

The figure in the wheelchair gestures to himself, as a smirk creeps across his features. The woman behind him rolls her eyes at the sight, but wheels the man closer to his masked friend.

 

“Cool, but what’s with that?” asks the masked Canadian know as CIA, while pointing out his friends’ method of transportation. “I don’t think you should be wrestling me-”

 

“You’re wrestling?!” exclaims the woman pushing the wheelchair.

 

“…if you need a wheelchair to get around.”

 

“It, much like this crutch, is around to help me conserve energy for my big, much hyped, promoted out the ass, in ring return against CIA, in front of thirty tech workers, twenty thousands plus empty seats… and of course, you.” says Francis pointing to Marie.

 

“Mak, you’ve been pushing yourself way too hard these past two weeks… was this why?”

 

“Seemed like a good enough reason at the time. Just made it in under the three month mark, remember, it’s a date,” adds Francis with a wink, “so I expect you to cheer me on like the second coming of Edwin MacPhisto!”

 

“And who pre-tell is this lovely young lady by the way Mak?”

 

“I always forget people I know, don’t know each other when they meet. CIA, Marie, Marie, CIA.”

 

“I still can’t believe this… but hey, what do I know… I’m only the therapist. Just wait till your tendonitis starts acting up in the morning! Then you’ll cry about me not stopping you from doing this.”

 

“Heh, nice to meet you too Marie…” responds CIA, to the verbal punking out that Mak’s receiving. “You didn’t tell her? I find that to be extremely funny.” whispers the Canadian stifling a laugh, as the two men enter the ring. Francis uses his crutch to make his way up the stairs, while CIA slides under the bottom rope. The masked man gets to his feet and grins. “So she’s what this is about. Not bad at all Franchise, not bad at all.”

 

As Francis makes it onto the apron, he drops the crutch and steps through the ropes.

 

“It ain’t just for her, though it doesn’t HURT that she’ll get to see me kick your ass… I-I need this… to see if I’m anywhere near ready.”

 

“Well let’s find out then, eh.”

 

Mak readjusts his ace bandaged left knee, while CIA extends his hand with a smile and as Mak reaches out he yanks it back, causing his ‘opponent’ to grab air. The masked man laughs and re-extends the show of good faith. Francis, with a pronounced smirk, slaps the hand away and the two men turn the circle – Mak quickly pulls on the top cable, not talking his eyes off CIA, as he rebounds into far ropes wrapping his arms around them. The two quickly dash from those positions back into the circle.

 

“You’re moving surprisingly well for a gimp.”

 

“THIS gimps’ about to carry you to a four star match, like my name was Ric Flair and yours is broomstick.”

 

The two men come together in a collar and elbow tie-up, stressing and straining for supremacies, which CIA gains sliding into a side headlock. Mak pushes at his ‘opponents’ upper arm attempting to break the hold, but CIA transitions into a back waist lock, forcing Mak to search for a new way of escape. The self proclaimed Franchise reaches under his legs, then attempts to break his grip, and succeeds in prying his Canadian adversaries’ fingers apart, smoothly rotating into a back waist lock of his own!

 

“This is stupid Mak.”

 

“Hey, I said cheer me, Marie. That’s CHEER me, not jeer me.”

 

CIA takes advantage of Mak’s momentary loss of focus and gets a back elbow, followed by a carbon copy of the first that stuns Francis! CIA expertly executes a standing switch, which Mak takes offence to, quickly rubbing his jaw.

 

“That elbow hurt.”

 

“It’s a contact sport Franchise.”

 

Mak attempts to counter with elbows of his own, only to get taken down onto the mat. The Canadian attempts to continue his control of the situation, and rotates into a front facelock, which Francis slips out of into an amateur waistlock – however CIA spins out from underneath the Franchise, and secures him in an amateur waistlock of his own! No sooner than CIA has gained control, Mak slides out of his clutches, and wraps him up with another amateur waistlock! Francis beautifully transitions the amateur waistlock to a front facelock, but before he can lock it in, the Canadian rotates out from underneath him, successfully locking on the front facelock that Mak was unable to get! Mak quickly squirms free of the facelock though, so CIA gets a amateur waistlock as a consolation prize – but Francis maneuvers slightly closer to CIA’s left and flips forward breaking the hold! Both men end up face to face in a crouch…

 

“Well that was new… what’s its name?”

 

“Granby roll man, since I’m a little slower, I have to go deep into my bag of tricks.”

 

“I just CAN’T wait till you pull out the different modification on the low blow you’ve learned.”

 

The Franchise and the Canadian Dream both stand and quickly come together in a second collar and elbow tie-up. The Masked Canadian quickly spins out into an arm wringer attempt, which he succeeds in doing. CIA yanks down on the arm a few times for added effect – but Mak pats his shoulder twice as CIA yanks down before crouching and rolling forward, thusly loosing CIA’s arm wringer and moving into a headstand flip and an arm ringer of his own!! Marie's evil disposition changes as she looks on, impressed by the flashiness of Mak’s last counter and how much fun he seems to be having.

 

“Hah, easy as cake! Where’s the challenge?”

 

CIA pats his own shoulder, tucks and then rolls backwards, loosing Francis’s grip before kipping up onto his feet and reversing into another arm wringer of his own.

 

“Those words must taste like some rock solid fruitcake now, eh?”

 

CIA gets a shotei that backs Mak up into the ropes, before tossing him away in an Irish whip. The Canadian rebounds back off the ropes and Francis hits the mat, causing him to step over his Franchisable opponent, as he continues to run the ropes. Upon his return, Mak leaps into the air under a ducking CIA in a leapfrog! The Canadian hits the ropes and holds on, stopping his momentum, as Francis turns around.

 

“Leapfrogs too! I’m impressed, really I am!” mocks CIA while holding the ropes.

 

“I’m sure this will impress even more!”

 

 

 

 

 

“You guys aren’t going to stop no matter what I say are you?” asks Marie and not surprisingly Mak nods his head in agreement. “Oh well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.” she says taking a nice deep breath…

 

 

 

 

 

“COME ON MAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!!!!!1!1”

 

 

 

 

 

CIA chuckles at the display. “Hey Marie, let’s try that once more, with feeling!”

 

 

 

 

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“LET’S GO MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK~!!!!!!!!!!1!1”

 

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[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

THE RETURN OF A HERO~!

 

I'm excited.

[Guest Drew_K]

Well, apparently I say 'Pre-tell' instead of 'Pray-tell'. And hey, CIA is NOT a technical wrestler, Mak, you're going to ruin my image! And geez, another return? That's just gonna take away from my fan reaction.

 

 

 

 

 

Just kidding. The Mak is back, and I couldn't be happier. Plus, you've got impeccable taste in friends. And hey, no cooler way to get around then wheelchairs. Steal one from an old lady today, folks. Fantastic Promo, Mak, really shows off your character, sets your return up beautifully. Now I want to see you win the world title so we can fued over a 'World Championship' again. Easier than me winning it, I suppose.

[Guest kelloggs]

What did I pre-tell you about correcting my grammer.

 

*The_Mak kicks CIA in the nuts with an innovative low blow.