Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted November 11, 2003 Author's note: this promo takes place between SJL Wrath and SWF Smarkdown: ========= Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous are sitting in the business-class compartment of Delta Flight 626, nonstop to Tokyo, Japan. Johnny squirms nervously in his seat as he glances at his former tag team partner, who is currently looking out the window. “We’ve got to get this thing between us hashed out,” Johnny thinks to himself. “Might as well do it now, while we’re not going anywhere.” “Nic, I –” UGH! Just as Johnny opens his mouth, he hears a loud groan from his right. Wildchild suddenly leans forward, holding on to his injured ribs in pain. “I—” Wildchild reaches down into his travel bag to retrieve a bottle of pain medication. At that moment, a sudden surge of guilt sends a wave of nausea through the Barracuda. “I— I gotta go to the bathroom!” Johnny quickly gets up from his seat and rushes to the lavatory as an oblivious Wildchild ingests a couple of pain pills. MINTUES LATER… After wiping his face with a wet paper towel, Johnny stares at his reflection in the mirror. “Get a hold of yourself, Johnny,” he mutters to himself. “Dammit, man, you’re a secret agent! You know better than to let your emotions get the better of you!” The Barracuda closes his eyes in an attempt to gain control over his emotions, but his mind’s eye shows him images of Genesis, forcing him to relive the memories of him assaulting his former best friend with a lead pipe, beating him until he had to be taken out of the arena in an ambulance. <Flashback> “You want to feel pain, huh,” shouts Johnny. “You don’t know from pain, Dominic! But, believe me, you’re about to…” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The Barracuda raises the pipe above his head with both hands and lowers it repeatedly into Wildchild’s ribs! Gus the cameraman captures the heinous scene as Ben Hardy races down the corridor in search of help! Dangerous reaches into his jacket pocket and retrieves a set of handcuffs, binding Wildchild’s hands behind his back. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Dangerous continues to thrash Wildchild’s midsection mercilessly, now delivering brutal punt kicks into his ribs. The helpless Bahama Bomber, by now unconscious, is unable to protect his body, and suffers the full impact of Johnny’s assault. <End Flashback> Johnny’s eyes snap back open as he finds himself staring at his reflection once more, realizing that he has been crying. Reaching up with his hand, he wipes his eyes, before tightening the grip on the paper towel. “I gotta put this right,” Johnny says to himself. “I gotta make this up to him!” The Barracuda composes himself before exiting the lavatory, where he squeezes his way past the irritated passengers who have been waiting for him to come out. “Sorry,” he says sheepishly. Steeling himself one final time, Johnny returns to his seat. “I can do this,” he says to himself. “I can do this! “Nic, I—” ZZZZZZ! As Johnny reaches his seat, he finds Wildchild knocked out, put to sleep by his pain medication. “Damn,” he says to himself. Sighing out of frustration, the Barracuda sits down. As he looks at his former tag team partner, that familiar feeling of guilt begins to once again well up inside him. Just then, the flight attendant makes her way down the aisle. “Anything to drink, sir?” “Err, just water, please,” replies Johnny. “I’m… uhh… having a little motion sickness…” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
The Amazing Rando 0 Report post Posted November 11, 2003 ...Flight...From...Hell... very nice, Dub C. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
