Promo: mafia beingz drunk

[Guest WarMachine]

OOC: Basically, I wanted to put up a promo, but I was fresh out of ideas. So I decided to put in the old plot device of "main character gets drunk". No Hardy Bashing here though, as I'm sick of using him in promos. I decided to use that Kevin Cole guy deKindes used. Enjoy it or not, whatever. As expected, it's not all that serious; and I typed it up in a few minutes.

 

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Mere hours before SJL Crimson, set in the Continental Airlines Arena in East Rutherford, NJ. Mafia sits in the back room of some adjacent club of some nearby hotel, with ladies around him all looking to be in their 20s, joke and laugh about random topics and especially about Mafia's past matches and upcoming bout on Crimson. The good times roll, as the bartender has his hands full answering to the demands of Mafia. He doesn't mind though, as Mafia's money is as good as anyone elses, and he's spending it with no care. All the better for the owners of the establishment, who are willing to put up with the party.

 

Dressed in black jeans and stylish silk shirt, his leather trenchcoat discarded on the floor, he's bought out the back room for the night, for his guests. The reasons for the party are simple; number one, to celebrate what he thinks will be his next big win upcoming on Crimson. Number two, because he can.

 

As Mafia yells for the waitress, the security protecting the room from any unwelcome visitors, rival or not, tells Mafia that someone outside claims to know him.

 

Stryke? No, Mafia hasn't spoken to his former stablemate since he returned to the SJL.

 

Renegade? Not him either, as Mafia hasn't had words with him recently.

 

Candra, his ex-flame? No way in hell. She walked out of his life for good a few weeks ago, after a major difference in opinion...which couldn't be repaired this time around. All the better for himself, Mafia thinks.

 

A past or future adversary? Of course not, Mafia ponders in his vain mindset. As he believes that he's beaten many of his foes so badly, they dare not mess with him.

 

(Security Guy) "Says he's with the SJL. Name's Kevin Cole".

 

Mafia mutters the name to himself, trying to place it. Regardless, Mafia stands from his seat, always on edge. A tad drunk...okay, pretty drunk, from the alcohol imbibed on this night, he prepares for anything.

 

"(Mafia) Okey-doke. Send Michael Kelly in!"

 

The ladies turn attention away from Mafia, at Mafia's behest, as in walks a shrimpy man, looking like he couldn't fight to save his life. Conveniently he walks in with microphone in hand and camera crew tagging along behind him. Kevin then speaks up.

 

"(Kevin) Hello, I'm Kevin Cole, I'm here for an interview...."

 

Mafia waves security off, as he lets his guard down and replies.

 

"(Mafia) I've never really heard of you, except for a small run-in with some rookie by the name of Ted something or other. Whassat guy's name?"

 

"(Kevin) That would be Tod deKindes".

 

"(Mafia) You know what? I don't give a crap. You won't even be around in two or three weeks, so I figure I'll give you and you crew the interveew of a lifetime. Don't matter to me either way, as long as Mafia, the Execution of Excellence himself, gets the chance for more screen time."

 

"(Kevin) Er, ok. First question. A number of weeks ago, you had a relationship with a woman---"

 

"(Mafia) That's it! Your questions suck. Like you. Izzat how you got your job?"

 

"(Kevin) Hey now, that's uncal---"

 

"(Mafia) One side! the Mafia is takin' this one over! Whooo!"

 

"Whooo!"

 

Mafia turns around to glance at the crowd behind him confusedly, before grabbing the mic and pushing Kevin Cole out of the way with his foot.

 

"(Mafia) Now, lemme see. I've already berated and uh, berated the interviewer guy. So next up on the list is to address the match. Helmsley, now where have I heard that name before. Helmsley, wielder of the dangerouserous aluminum pipe, wrapped with pretty colors. Last time I faced j00, I used some move to put you away 1- 2- 3-4-5. It'll be no different dis time. WHAM, I'll land the Cocky Pin for the 7."

 

Kevin Cole watches on dumbfounded from a booth a few feet behind the camera man, while trying to talk with the ladies who aren't giving him the time of day, and Mafia takes a drink of his beer. He then points at the camera, nearly appearing to say something else, before pausing and taking a drink again. Finally, he pulls the mic up to his mouth once more.

 

"(Mafia) Onto that other guy, he of educated feet, like that announcer guy says. I also beat you with some move to put you away 1- 2- 3-4-5 alsho. So basically, other guy, I think his name was something, and you James Helmsley. Mafia ownz you. Ownz! Okey-doke. C'mon girls, Mafia needs bed. Whooo!"

 

"Whooo!"

 

Mafia and company walk out the door, as Kevin Cole and the anonymous Cameraman look at each other, and start to pack up, wondering what the hell just happened. They pay no mind though, as they got what they came for, as Mafia departs.

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

WOOOOOT!!!

 

Mafia + Beer = MODERATELY LARGE-ASSED RATINGZ! OMGODZ!!!

 

Nifty promo there, Kingpin of the Ring. Things are only going to get ever more uber-interesting on Crimson... and in the not-so-distant future.