Promo: Revisit the past

[Guest kelloggs]

This was supposed to be placed early in the show. It was supposed to set the tone of our match, but I completely forgot about it and Beezel must have as well, so, here it is, in all its glory. If a mod ever wants to put it in the show, it's completely up to them.

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Deep in the corridors of the Nutter Center, in Dayton Ohio, Mak Francis walks, looking for the catering area. You can’t go out to the ring on an empty stomach. The motto of a wise, wise man… himself. He turns a corner, sites set on a turkey sandwich with bacon…

 

 

"Superior Stretch."

 

 

 

"…Huh?” answers a quizzical Franchise not sure where exactly the voice came from. He looks to his right and sees nothing but wall – but to his left, nothing still, except boxes and metal crates… and dangling boots? As Francis looks up some, there sits the mysterious masked man, known as Beezel. “What did you just say?"

 

"… The Superior Stretch. You still use that? Or have you gotten bitter towards Flesher enough to avoid it?”

 

Mak looks on at the man, who is to be his opponent later in the show. “What the hell… what’s this about Flesher? And what about the damn Superior stretch?

 

“I saw your match at the PPV, so I know you’ve had trouble with it… both times."

 

Beezel expressions are hidden by his mask, but Francis continues to look perplexed and slightly angry. “Shut up… I escaped it at the PPV…”

 

“Still, it must have hurt, no? Like it did at Dissention.”

 

Mak’s face turns up in anger, but after receiving a brief chuckle from his opponent, he quickly changes back to a neutral face, realizing that he was being played. “Don’t play with me, cause I’ll do whatever it takes to win… whatever it takes… and I don’t like talking to people I don’t know—”

 

Beezel quickly interrupts that train of thought. “We’ve briefly been both friend and foe, friend Francis, but my feelings are that you’re in a similar position to me, so I can respect that. While you can’t hope to know who I am, know that kindly old Mr. B knows you…”

 

With that El Scorcho hops down off his perch and gives Mak a quick wave.

 

“Good day and good luck friend Francis… you’ll need it.”

 

As Mr. B walks off, Mak Francis just stands there, unsure what the hell he should be thinking, until a growl of his stomach shifts his thoughts back to that turkey sandwich with bacon.

[Guest Ace309]

*applauds* Fine work, Makaroni.

Edited July 28, 2003 by realitycheck

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

INTRIGUE IN A BUCKET!

 

I'll edit this on when I'm not half-asleep.