Ace309 0 Report post Posted October 16, 2003 The Embassy Suites, Montgomery, Alabama. Thursday, October 16, 2003. 6 PM. Tom Flesher pushes open the door of his hotel room. He steps in, setting his travel bag on the floor and kicking off his Doc Marten boots. As the door swings shut behind him, he spins around and collapses on the bed. Taylor tomorrow, he thinks to himself, and sighs. Grand Slam’s really kicking my ass with the schedule. I’m not sure I blame him… big names draw big money, and right now I’m one of the biggest in the business. Tom takes a deep breath, arching slightly to crack his back. Of course, if he keeps grinding me like this, I won’t be in the business for much longer. Flesher rolls his neck back and forth, prompting cracks from that as well, and then sits up. He reaches up and gently rubs his jaw, the spot where Dace Night assaulted him continually with elbow smashes on Monday night. With another deep sigh, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of ibuprofen. As he pops two into his mouth and swallows without bothering with water, he shrugs his shoulders to try to loosen up. This is my fourth straight defense, he thinks. Judge, then Strangler, then Dace, and now Taylor. None of them is easy on you. Bill ground me down, Dace just tried to beat the shit out of me. Strangler… he’s not even functional right now and he still made me fight for the double DQ. I’m sore all over, and the drive wasn’t exactly easy on my back. Taylor’s had a light schedule. He didn’t wrestle at Genesis, just harassed Strangler. He loses to X in the middle of the ring on his own, and then drags Sacred down with him to lose to X and TBS. He didn’t fight for it… he just went down. He’s practically fresh. And so Mark rewards him with a shot at my belt. Tom lays apathetically back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. I know I should go down and spend some time on the treadmill. Taylor’s going to take me to the limit, and I should make sure my cardio is where it should be… but damn. I don’t even think my body can take it tonight. He’s such a bastard. He ruins Strangler mentally and brays like a jackass about it. He loses twice without even getting hurt and gets rewarded with a shot at me when I’m at my worst. Flesher folds his arms up behind his head, his brow knotted up as he lays deep in thought. Strangler’s not a bad guy. He’s naïve… it’s almost like he forgot how he grew up. Most people start off innocent and harden as they grow up, but he’s found so much humanity over the past year. He saw his mistakes and corrected them. He won the World Title. He even put up one of the most incredible fights I’ve ever had to work against, and then did it again when I won the belt back from him. Everything was going well for him, and then Taylor shows up. Strangler can’t take care of himself, and it’s all because of that bastard. I don’t want to have to stand up for Strangler, but he can’t fight his own battles right now. Not until he fixes whatever it is that’s wrong in his head. Someone needs to keep Taylor from ruining him forever. I’ve got the chance to knock him down a few notches tomorrow night. Flesher rolls over, reaching for the room service phone, but stops. He grimaces, and reaches to rub his neck once again. I just hope my body holds out. I've got to remember to call Mark tomorrow. ~fin~ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dace59 0 Report post Posted October 16, 2003 Selling in a promo. Nice. And why is Tom not in the Presidentail sweet? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Secret Agent 0 Report post Posted October 18, 2003 you mean the Penthouse? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
